XXXII Sabawi Ibrahim al-Tikriti

XXXII    Sabawi Ibrahim al-Tikriti



You were Saddam's half-brother.  My regrets.
The six of diamonds in the terror deck;
But Dubya took your dealer in straight sets;
And hung another brother by the neck.

The leader of the secret service!  Yecccch!
Imagine working for that evil man;
Procudring wine and women for that drek.
Pretending that you were his biggest fan.

Another brother yet is in the can,
Awaiting death, his hanging date unknown.
Oh!  What a family of turds you ran.
In mis'ry and deceit your genes were sown.

You thought you'd be a martyr, but alas!
You died of cancer, just another ass.

XXXI William H Gray

XXXI    William H Gray



Oh what a hipocrite I was, my friends;
To lie and cheat and steal right in your face.
The stink of the corruption never ends;
Leon Panetta had to take my place.

But he and Bonior didn't have the grace
To let poor Pennsylvania have a chance
For government without abject disgrace;
Detached from graft and sin; corruption's dance.

So round the dem convention we all prance;
And on and on we cheat until we die;
And then we wonder, fixed beneath God's glance;
Why we dare not look him in the eye.

Attorney General Thornburg cut my deal.
Or I'd continued on to lie and steal.

XXX Byron Looper

XXX  Byron Looper



Monopoly on sin, the Dems ain't got.
Now here's a guy who shot his rival dead
And left his body in a parking lot;
A bullet wound placed squarely in his head.

He'd changed his name to "no tax", someone said.
As other hopefuls, since, have also done.
If Clinton changed his name from Mill to Fred,
He'd hope that we'd forget the smoking gun.

But Byron, like our Bill, knew once he'd won
Election, all the rest he could control.
The media pitching in to have some fun
With all his made-up virtues to extol.

The problem was that Bill was in his groove,
But Looper was not even half as smooth.

XXIX Marc Rich

XXIX    Marc Rich



What scumbags we elect from time to time;
(And I'm afraid we've done it 'een once more)
Harassing interns on the public dime
And treating his first lady like a whore.

Attempts at statesmanship are just a bore
For those that have the criminal intent.
There's money, sex--illicit things to score!
And, later on, he wondered where it went.

Rich crooks like you, to Bill, were heaven-sent.
Considering all to whom that bastard lied,
His sins were much the larger in extent.
Methinks betwixt you two, the wrong one died.

Send Bill a million, Hillary as well,
And see if they can pardon you from hell.

XXVIII William Hathaway

XXVIII    William Hathaway



Back in the nineties William had the gall
(Bill Clinton and Algore corrupt), he preached
Tom Dash-hole should be Prez if they should fall.
Thank God that no agreement could be reached!

For if today, because our trust is breached;
Minority succession were the rule,
Obama and Joe Biden, once impeached;
Our president would be a senile fool!

What perverse thoughts did pis forth from this ghoul.
A nanny-state from hell, he'd liked to make.
Ideas hatched, at night, in "liberal school".
Our will reversed!  For socialism's sake!

We're better off with this idea dead.
Let's go by what the Founding Fathers said!