Drunken Lizard In My Beer
Astride his cyber-stallion of awesome
hi-tech military might,
Against the backdrop of missile silos,
a fearsome sight,
The Commander-in-Chief, huge,
malevolently looming,
Smirks at the seared carcasses,
moves about, preening.
As the wounded crawl and drag
their corpses through debris,
Embers and ashes of home and
heart, maimed memory,
The old, the children, if he says
so, must be blasted away,
Mere bloody burnt offerings on
the altar of peace, he'd say.
"Hail, the Commander-in-Chief,
brave champion of peace!"
Nervously chant his lackeys,
goons, dogs and toadies,
A power-dazed lion so lionized
by the envious with fear,
How I wish he were this drunken
lizard drowning in my beer !
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