by El Duque
Fire Cashman! Fire Boone!
No more crashes, tenth of June.
Fire Cashman! Fire Boone!
Send them both to Cameroon.
Fire Cashman! Fire Boone!
Quench their thirsts at Camp Lejeune.
Fire Cashman! Fire Boone!
Do it now, this afternoon.
Fire Cashman! Fire Boone!
Then fire yourself, you silver spoon.
This poem first appeared on the indispensable Yankee blog, It Is High, It Is Far, It Is….caught.