Guest Poet: August in Baghdad

And now another gem from TMV’s favorite artist of verse, Michael Silverstein, aka Wall Street Poet:

August in Baghdad
By Michael Silverstein

August in Baghdad, the air’s like an oven,
The parliament’s shut down, it’s too hot to govern;
The people who claim to be running this nation,
Have packed up their bags and gone off on vacation.

They haven’t, of course, left the place unattended,
It wouldn’t be right to leave it undefended;
American troops will keep things all together,
They’re good at hard fighting in all sorts of weather.

September again, parliament will debate,
Will argue and backbite (though not legislate);
In Bushworld they’ll say, none of this should dismay us,
Our surge is a winner, you tell ‘em Patraeus.

©2007 Michael Silverstein