July 11, 2008

Rove a no-show, poem penned

In hot July no Karl Rove
showed up to share his treasure trove
inhabiting a crumpled suit
he knows just where they hid the loot

A gang of robbers hiding out
in plainest sight if caught will pout
while victims writhe in power's hand
no gratitude at their command

Led by the ones who scam the duped
America all bowed and stooped
it took bald lies to bring her down
and undermine her starry crown

A little fraud a pinch of graft
she quakes in meltdown's aftermath
her ideal Dream for which she strove
tucked up the *s* of Karl Rove.

jc 7.10.08