You had to go and pull my finger...

I sing the body elective
As the purple finger of fate
Digs crusted orbs of dusty snot
From the noses of the nabobs of know-nothingness
In the Green Zone
Poll-watching from behind the comfortable defense of a gin and tonic
Or vodka martini
As Baghdad burns
And the worm turns
And life sucks
and people die
30,000? Says the prez
No more trouble than popping Pez
or popping pills
or doing lines of coke (not cola)
Hey Brownie! Great job in NOLA!
if only ee cummings
could reduce our capital
to lower case
and chase
the crawford crawdaddies back to crayola-land
perhaps
the subtraction of these negatives
would be addition
not
sedition.