Contempt

My farewell trip to Iraq
Near six years kept my pact

The war’s not done, more work ahead
Two shoes fly right past my head

Here’s your farewell kiss you dog
Your mem’ry maybe these will jog

Think you’re welcome here, instead,
Two shoes barely miss my head

To end this war is our mission
Mister journalist for television

The world’s a safer place, I’ve said
As two shoes nearly thump my head

So what! He throws his shoes, but then
I’m glad I ducked those two size tens

If you want to feel the world’s contempt
Just become the U.S. President
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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