
rayc
retroreprobate
I woke up with about 1/3rd of this in my head this morning.
Is it still too controversial to be worked up in 2008?
Are there too many puns & double entendre's for it to work?
Jack locked Jackie in Camelot,
Bid her chaste and always on view.
As he plough a furrow for privilege,
For the moneyed and the few.
He asked what he could do for his country,
And the country took the bait.
While he smiled and styled and made the noises,
With which good could perhaps equate.
A man for the times need make his mark,
Saw red, huffed and put up his dukes.
Unblinkingly speeding into cold conflict,
& lighting a fuse ‘neath the nukes.
Guantanamo’s not the only Bay,
With a legacy of irrational stance.
The Pigs didn’t fly as they stood eye to eye,
Rattling sabres and pointing the lance.
Dalliance with fame, dirty with stars,
Some croon stitched into a dress.
Only to end up dead on the bed,
In yet another CIA mess.
Then Daddy’s little soldier,
In shorts and jacket saluting.
Passing stars, bars, guncarriage,
& backward boots after the shooting.
Millions remember where they were,
& remember the winds of change.
But where Nero had fiddled others have diddled,
& the secret service limited the range.
Now presidents & stars readily interchange,
No need to live fast & die looking good.
Jimmy D & Jack hadn’t twigged to the lack,
Or the bodies buried deep in the wood.
Is it still too controversial to be worked up in 2008?
Are there too many puns & double entendre's for it to work?
Jack locked Jackie in Camelot,
Bid her chaste and always on view.
As he plough a furrow for privilege,
For the moneyed and the few.
He asked what he could do for his country,
And the country took the bait.
While he smiled and styled and made the noises,
With which good could perhaps equate.
A man for the times need make his mark,
Saw red, huffed and put up his dukes.
Unblinkingly speeding into cold conflict,
& lighting a fuse ‘neath the nukes.
Guantanamo’s not the only Bay,
With a legacy of irrational stance.
The Pigs didn’t fly as they stood eye to eye,
Rattling sabres and pointing the lance.
Dalliance with fame, dirty with stars,
Some croon stitched into a dress.
Only to end up dead on the bed,
In yet another CIA mess.
Then Daddy’s little soldier,
In shorts and jacket saluting.
Passing stars, bars, guncarriage,
& backward boots after the shooting.
Millions remember where they were,
& remember the winds of change.
But where Nero had fiddled others have diddled,
& the secret service limited the range.
Now presidents & stars readily interchange,
No need to live fast & die looking good.
Jimmy D & Jack hadn’t twigged to the lack,
Or the bodies buried deep in the wood.