When Cheney Finally Dies

i will dance naked
in the streets,
three sheets
to the wind.

i will raise the flag,
and kiss the feet
of perfect strangers.
i will sing anthems.

praise be
to all that is holy.
the fugly,
motherduckling
sheet of piss
is dead!

© Catnapping

Dick

It’s horribly hard
bein’ president,
with that damned constitution
to circumvent.

But I’m content,
cuz it’s such a gas
having George around
to scratch my ass.

© badpoet

Confection

I've a nose for detection,
and upon close inspection
I find your erection
is close to perfection

Its sense of direction,
and enormous projection,
makes it the perfect selection
for my considerable collection...

© badpoet

Cheney Under Glass

Saltpeter fresh.
Saltpeter dried.
Have a plate of withered Dick,
Sliced twice, and fried.


© 2001 Catnapping

Ode to Ari

When I read the piss
that Fleischer doth spew,
and behold
his addle-drenched words spilt foul,

I know ‘tis certain
they’ve dribbled untrue
through fistula
made from bladder to bowel.


© 2003 Catnapping

Toil and Trouble

Tongue of Bush
and ear of Rush
GoOPers both,
their brains are mush.

Addled dorks
of the far right wing,
scrambled eggs,
their brains' real thing.

Add to this
their tiny pricks
So pink and limp,
not worth a lick.

Now boil with them
some Newt, then quick,
push Cheney in,
he's such a Dick.

I hope that this
will soon let loose
The fires of hell
to cook Bush’s goose.


© 2001 Catnapping