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BUSH PONDERS HIS FATE (a sonnet)

by Open-Publishing - Wednesday 22 November 2006
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Governments USA

Now in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes
I stand alone,beweeping deserved fate.
God in his heaven shuns my clueless cries,
I look upon myself and see a sorry state.
The public views me now as one pathetic dope
lost,whithout a whim, and with friends distressed.
Desiring a devout nod from Neoconers yet with hope,
those failed pretenders who were always second guessed.
Yes, in these thoughts, the voters are despising, sadly I think of me....it is too late.
like foul stenched pond scum rising
from sullen earth, my musings are third rate.
At very least,from Halliburton’s endless coffers more wealth brings,
but I shall not share that respect as is honored noble kings.

Villy "Shakespeare"

Forum posts

  • When one attempts compromise, one often wins over neither.

    • "When one attempts compromise, one often wins over neither."
      Neither what, pray tell? Is this how you view the word compromise, as yet another form of winning over someone, another form of one-upmanship? Compromise by its very nature involves conceding points in order to further along one’s agenda. Maybe you haven’t lived long enough to understand this principle.

      One should always be able to compromise on strategy and tactics, for example, but one should never compromise one’s principles or convictions. See, that preceding statement wasn’t vague, it was clear and to the point, where as yours is as clear as a mud-slide.

      You must write political speeches for a living. Such vague, namby-pamby statements such as this could only be tolerated by the members of our corrupt political class who make a very nice living abusing the English language.

  • I have spent many a sleepless night "pondering" his fate, also. (Nudge nudge, wink wink)

    "WHEN, WHERE and HOW to kill him", I ask myself.....

    • No need for Richard III, here:

      "Through fire and water
      from the lowest dungeon to the highest peak
      I fought the Balrog of Morgoth
      Until at last I threw down my enemy and smote his ruin upon the mountainside".

      Why bother with Shakespeare when we have Tolkien?