All the rats have left the sinking ship with the exception of the two largest rodents—they’re just too bloated down in the hold to move. (Is it Condi who keeps them there?)
Cheney and Bush lay about as voracious ballast, eating cheese with their clawed paws. They scamper with no other purpose than to eat as much as their sharp little teeth can chew.
The flea hosts! The scared boys in old man flesh suits! Rat flesh! Failures.
Bush seems to not even care how poorly everything has turned out since his party stole the election for him in Florida. What a waste.
But life is not neat. People need to learn things. In the process, there is often mayhem and death. This is the only acceptance I can muster for these lost years.
Exhausted dogma. Exhausted administration. Nothing left behind but bodies and debt.
One more whiskered rat needs egress. Condi, limp over to the gunwales. And jump. You’ve done nothing for this world.
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Aren't they a sorry lot!
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