The
Rhythms and Rhymes of w's Reason
Forbear to say dear w, that reason ever troubled you
There is but halting reason in your rhyme.
Discount your uttered past and utterly at last
Reflect on why you're gone before your time.
The patriotic souls who each played out their roles
In bringing you to power and to might
Will all soon slip away and fight another day
And try to find someone to get it right.
It wasn't all your lies, or logic that defies
The rationale of reason from the start
It wasn't all your tools that worked to make us fools
Admittedly we weren't very smart
It was your arrogance and intransigent stance
On nearly everything you ever did
That made us turn our backs and then ignore your flacks
Who did you think that you were going to kid?
The problems all are worse that has been the curse
Of nearly everything you ever tried
And finally in light of all your petty spite
Our hope that you might serve us finally died.
Do not decry your fate, it is far too late
To pretend that we will love a one like you
We grasped you in our fear and all that we hold dear
Was wrapped up in the red and white and blue
You loved your neocons and for a thousand dawns
It looked like they might win the final fight
Between our liberty, desire to be free
And fear that only keeps us from the right
But soon will dawn the day when you will slip away
And history will be your last reward
You do deserve its slap you played us for a sap
The hand of history is very hard
If only someone had when you were just a lad
Explained to you that life is never won
From prices that are paid before our keel is laid
And that we all must toil on our own
Perhaps you could have been a very different man
Perhaps your time of power could have had
A very different end you could have been our friend
Instead the end is simply kind of sad
There is no metaphor you brought us all to war
With premises of false and ill repute
When all is said and done we really could have won
If truth had not been held so very mute
If life had been as real to you as many feel
That it should be to everyone who breathes
And not just like a dream or unenlightened scheme
Where angels blow and everybody leaves
But what is, is what is and your profound disease
Became apparent to us even in decline
We voted in our turn and cast you out to burn
In the place that Dante could divine
Where politicians go when we tire of their show
And cast them in the role that they deserve
Lean on your pitchfork you little puling dork
You have a rare and ugly kind of nerve
You took upon yourself to set hope on the shelf
Replacing it with only lies and fear
And all in search of power that lasts but for an hour
But costs us all the things that we hold dear
Our honor having fled you left us with our dead
Trying to explain just why they died
You left us in disgrace and all the human race
Except a few of us knows how you lied
I bid you fond farewell and hope your time in hell
Serves to warm your heart made out of ice
I'm sure that I should be more made of charity
But right now I'm not feeling very nice.
Adieu, adieu dear w, I'll never again trouble you
With another verse in your regard
You will never need to worry if your deed
Will challenge all the villains of the bard
You are no broken king, just victim of the thing
That often brings such small men down
You heard the voice of god, and, not watching where you trod
You ended up just acting like a clown.
