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The Jabberwonks
Marcus Bales

'Twas bush league, and the slimy droves
Of rightwingnuts loved condibabe
While powells, ashcrofts, cheneys, roves,
And rumsfelds abu ghraib.

"Beware the Jabberwonks, my son!
Its clauses mean, its verbs agree -
"Beware the tax!" said Forty-one;
"... the facts!" heard Forty-three.

He took his verbal word in mouth
Long time the media he conned:
He grinned and quipped "If there's no script
Then I need not respond!"

He stood there not responding when
The Jabberwonks showed photographs
Of tortured captives Rummy's men
Had tormented for laughs.

"Just one or two! At most a few!"
The verbal word denied, denied,
Denied command of those it canned
And, in courts martial, tried.

"And hast thou gamed the Jabberwonks,
With talk of honor where there's none;
Is oil still squirtin' for Haliburton?
Oh, what a good job you've done!"

'Twas bush league, and the slimy droves
Of rightwingnuts loved condibabe
While powells, ashcrofts, cheneys, roves,
And rumsfelds abu ghraib.