by Todd Herges

As the home of the brave
fades now quickly away,
nobody stops to ask why

that the land of the free
came to suddenly be
a pariah destined to die.

While that banner yet waves
And the Fed tries to save,
I’d like to give it a try,

so with proof through the night,
I’ll state clearly my fight:
one reason, tinged with green dye.

To th’ red glare of rockets,
mobs hold out their pockets,
all empty, so let’s have a cry,

or on ramparts let’s watch
the World Series on Fox
to forget how big was the lie.

Posted 10/8/08

Published in Management, Pure doggerel, Scandals | Link to this poem | 1 Comment