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ONE
MORE FROM THE VAULT: REMEMBERING CHRISTMAS 2006
'Twas The Night Before
Christmas - December 24, 2006
‘Twas the
night before Christmas, and all through the House,
Not a
creature was sleeping, except for our Louse.
The
wallets were hung, in the closet with care,
In the
hopes that Jack Abramoff, soon would be there.
The Bush
twins were nestled, all snug in their cells,
Having
raided a pharmacy, and washed down their pills.
Fat-Laura
with her whip, and Rove with his mask,
Were in
the west wing, with a pipe and a flask.
When out
on the lawn, there arose such a clatter,
dub jumped
under the bed, and emptied his bladder.
In through
the window, they came with a crash,
DeLay and
Boy Kenny, with oodles of cash.
They
picked up poor dubya, and slapped him around.
“What the
hell are you doing, you dumb fucking clown?!”
They got
dubya dressed, and told him their plan,
Then they
rushed him outside, and climbed into a van.
In the
front was a driver, so hefty and thick,
dub new in
a moment, it must be BIG DICK.
More
twisted than ever, dub’s cabinet all came.
DICK
farted and sniffled, and called them by name.
“Now
Hashcroft! Gonzales! Now Condi and Squinty!
Our time’s
running out, and it ain’t lookin’ pretty!
The nation
is angry! They’re fuming! They’re pissed!
Who’d of
thought dead GI’s, would ever be missed?!”
As true
liars before, a polygraph flee,
When Fox
News can’t control, what the viewers will see.
So off to
the Pentagon, to the Vault they did run,
dubya and
company, behind DICK and a gun.
And then
with a cringing, they heard overhead,
The roar
of a chopper, and DICK said, “We’re dead!”
The road
block was solid, no chance for escape.
At the
figure before them, these fucks they did gape.
He was
dressed all in red, from his head to his toe,
And dub
whimpered gravely, “I’ve seen him befo’”.
Toward the
van he did strut, with a tug on his sack,
“I’m Billy
J. Clinton! The Country’s callin’ me back!”
While not
true to his nature, he prefers a young hottie,
He said,
“Take’m away, except for Miss Condi”
His droll
little mouth, was drawn up like a bow,
As he eyed
a soft spot, out there in the snow.
“I know
I’m a Dem, and my kind you must hate,
But I’m
happy to tell ya, it beats prison rape!”
He had a
big nose, and a little round belly,
That shook
when he shagged, like a bowl full of jelly.
For dub
and the boys, their last days on earth,
They’d
spend sucking dick, in ol’ Levenworth.
But before
their last nights, drowning in kack,
Billy-boy
Clinton, sent them off to Iraq.
He spoke
not a word, but went straight to his work,
Soiling
fat Laura, and the twins with a jerk.
Then
laying a finger, aside of his prick,
Said,
“Repeat after me, ‘Thank you St. Nick!’”
He sprang
to his feet, and he moved with great haste,
“This
country’s a mess! There’s no time to waste!”
But I
heard him exclaim, as he ran out of sight,
“Merry
Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”
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