High Lies - A poem originally dedicated to Condi Rice
But now, her mantle has been stripped away by Kelly Anne Conway, The true master of high lies:
(With apologies to John Gillespie Magee)
Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of truth,
And cast my lies from crimson-lipsticked lips;
Onward I've lied, and weaved a rambling myth
Of grateful crowds ...and claimed a hundred things
You have not swallowed...weaved, demurred and spun
Fading into sullen silence. Hov'ring there,
I've chased the shouting media along, and flung
My eager crap through endless streams of wind.
Up, up, the false, delirious flaming lies
I've topped the biggest ones with easy grace
When neither Rove, nor even Cheney could.
And while with soiled, uplifted heels I've trod
The pure untrespassed sanctity of truth...
...put out my hand, and poked the eye of God.
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