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

What a creeple

He hated Iraq
So he bade us, attack!
But he lied to the people,
so in shit, he is deeple.

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From the Alphabet Series: W

Said Pretzel Gee Worthless,
wielding his withered Wand:

It’s weakilated, worryatin’,
and to women
won’t respond!

I wish a worthy wanker
to woodify and wow
the Wookie women
in my world.
I need a whopper now!

I’ve squeezed on every part of it.
I’ve pulled it hard, and jerked -
Often enough
to know it’s broke.
Why won’t my willy work?


© badpoet

George only-slightly Drunk

George Only-Slightly Drunk
fell from his oily bunk
and with a loud ker-plunk
gouged from the floor a chunk

and when the hole did flood
with thousands’ precious blood
George Only-Slightly Drunk
in sorry mood did sunk.

He prayed to God,
Please save the oil.
The rest is only junk!


© 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