Dick and the Prick!

A Tale of Corruption and Greed

This is a tale, in part
About the rise of a powerful little fart
Who With a brain smaller than my thumb
Can truly be said to be dumb.
Being born into a whole heap of money
Didn’t stop him being a dummy.
Daddy groomed him for the top
Saying “He’ll not be working in a shop,
The White House is the game we play
And Dubya will be there one fine day
But first my time will come
As I need my day in the sun!”

So Daddy made his run for the house in white
It took him two tries and quite a fight.
He found this man with a devious mind
Karl was his name and he was quite a find.
Dirty tricks was the game he played
And a presidency, those tricks it made.
But only four years did it last
Before Daddy’s reign was past;
The economy had tanked and turned to shit
And the people had thrown a fit
But Daddy wasn’t willing to let go of the prize
And said to Karl, “My boy will rise”

“You have eight years, Karl, to make this right;
We are going to win that fight.
My boy’s my boy and he does have heart
But he’s not all that smart.
My blood runs through his veins
So there is no end to the pains
You must take to get him where I’ve been;
It is what I have foreseen!
We have friends, as you well know
Who will come up with all the dough
You want or will ever need
So there is no act or deed
You should not do
To force this miracle through.”

“I’ll need some help with this case;
We have to put a human, sympathetic face
On this over-privileged dumb ass kid
Who’s fucked up everything he ever did.
He’ll need a strong right hand
To help him rule this great land
And who can get him to follow where we lead
No matter who has to die or bleed.”
“I know just the man. His name is Dick.
He’s ruthless and he’s very slick.
He’s doesn’t play fair
And has connections everywhere!”

So they talked to Dick and he said “Fine.
I can get your boy to toe the line.
On anything that we need to do
I’ll say the word comes from you.”
They shook hands on that fateful day
Intending to turn Democracy away.
And to bleed the country dry
Was what they were going to try.
Complex plans were put into place
While Dubya gazed off into space
And thought of all the booze he would drink
If it wouldn’t cause such a stink!

So Karl said to Dubya, “I know it sounds odd,
But you must be a man of God.
You must go to church and pray
And mention Him every day
And I can guarantee that if you do
The religious nuts will vote for you.
They’re so absolutely thick
That they love this god fearing shtick
And if they think you speak his word
You’ll get their vote and no matter how absurd
The things you say or do
Those mutts will love and honor you!”
And Dubya replied “Are you sure of this?
Won’t I be taking the piss
After all I’ve been a bum and a drunk
And in every job I’ve had, I’ve stunk!”
“Trust me, Dubya, we know you’re a fool
But the god freaks will drool
If you take his name in vain
And make God your campaign.
We’ll bring Him along for the ride
And get all the idiots on our side
And when all is said and done
What matters is we won!”

So first in 2000, they showed the door
To first name Al, last name Gore
They cheated, cajoled and lied
And corrupted the Supreme Court beside
And when all the counting was said and done
It showed that Dick and the prick had won
And when the lawyers showed up with their writs
They were treated like a bunch of twits
By a woman with the morals of a tramp
Who strutted like a vamp.
Denied time to recount the votes
They were soon at each other’s throats
And soon the dirty deed was done
An election stolen and not won.
The rest of the world looked on in dismay
As Dubya prepared for his inaugaration day.
Meanwhile big business rubbed its hands in glee
At all the profits they could foresee
For they had landed a big fish
To grant their every little wish
And soon they would have even more
All they needed was a war
And perhaps, with a little luck,
An oil rich country (or two) they could fuck!

And the first few months; they were a little rough
But the times were about to get tough
For plotters schemed and planned
An attack on this, our homeland.
And on one terrible September day
Those devastating plans were put into play.
Four planes were hijacked and then flew,
by Muslims who could barely do.
With amazing, astonishing, unbelievable skills
These Arabs who had grown up in the hills
Guided those planes into targets so hard
That an earthquake would them not have scarred.

The world watched and stomachs turned
As planes crashed into the towers and burned
We saw bodies falling through the sky;
Maybe it was a quicker way to die
Because in minutes, the twin towers fell
To those human missiles from hell.
Thousands died that September morn
And a new world was born
As Dubya sat in a kindergarten school and froze.
While any normal man would have rose
To lead a country in its time of need
Dubya wondered who had really done the deed.

The blame was shortly laid
After all money was to be made.
“Get Osama” came the strident cry
Of voices from on high.
“He’s in Afghanistan, hiding in a cave
Let’s invade the country and be brave
And we’ll make the Taliban go away
So we can run our pipelines through this way.
There’s lots of money to be made
And sure, some people to be paid
But we’ll rape this country through and through
Before the piper gets his due.”

And so the troops were deployed
America, after all was not to be toyed
With and we had been hurt real deep
But was what we were about to pay too steep.
In Afghanistan the troops scoured the land
But could not lay a finger or a hand
On the target in their mind
For they were always too far behind
Osama and his band of men.
Was somebody tipping him off when
The troops would be in his face
So he could leave that dangerous place.

The Taliban; well they were soon gone
They hadn’t been all that strong.
But Osama, no sight of him was ever seen
It was if he had never been
How could a man as distinctive as he
Still be wandering around free?
Thousands searched all around
Covering a lot of ground
But with no Osama to find or kill
There were voices muttering on the Hill
“We need something new; we need more oil
Let’s bring Iraq to the boil!”

“We need a reason to attack
This country called Iraq.
Let’s claim that they have WMD
And that we cannot let it be.”
And the UN said “No, that won’t do.
Arms inspectors will give us the clue
We’ll take the time and be fair
And If there’s something there
We’ll have them dump it all
And if they try to stall
Sanctions is what we’ll impose
And their assets will be froze.”

But Dubya was a determined man
Of Saddam, he was no fan
And he would not be Iraq’s foil
Not while they had all that oil.
False intelligence was presented
And links to Al Qaeda represented
And Powell made a case for war
At the UN, on the delegates floor.
But what Powell didn’t know
Was all the evidence was for show.
The decision had been made
The US would invade.

It wasn’t long before the new war began
The Iraqi army fought briefly and then ran.
Saddam blustered and then fled
As his country and its people bled
There were no WMD but we were at war
And the warmongers cried for more.
Profits is the name of the game they play
They play it night and they play it day
They don’t give a damn about me or you
We just die to see their plans through.
Wanting more money than they could ever use
They want the power to abuse.

And soon Dubya put on a flight suit to say
“We have won the war this very day.”
But, as usual, he was completely wrong
For the insurgency was real strong.
Thousands of troops were about to die
Due to greed and a whopping lie
And the people started to complain
But came the familiar refrain
“Democracy is what we’re here to push
And I’m George W Bush
On a holy mission given to me by God.
Why would that be so odd!”

And Karl said “This is such a great scam;
Dubya has become the great I am”.
“Yes,” said UberMeister Dick
“He really is a stupd prick
And he’s as dumb as a post
But now is when we need him most.
The Democrats are gaining ground
And there’s an election coming round.
We’ll call them liberals as if that’s wrong
And we’ll convince the people all along
And when election day comes to pass
We’ll ream their democratic arse.”

“Tell me, Karl, how much do you need
I have friends enamored by greed
We may not be able to rig this one
But something has to be done.
Don’t make it look like a fix
Come up with some dirty tricks
And if you can capture the religious right
It will help to win the fight.
We’ll get Dubya to take most of the heat
He’s not smart enough to know he’s beat
His Daddy knows the score
And exactly how profitable is this war!”

“But what about this man, Michael Moore
He’s got a movie that’s anti Bush and anti war.”
“Sure, he’s a problem” said the VP
“But it’s America, the land of the free
And though you and I know that’s a crock
We can’t just punch his clock!
We’ll spread the word that he hates this land
And a lot of rednecks will make a stand
Shouting down every word he speaks.
What with the morons and the god freaks
We’ll turn him into a lousy traitor
And shut down Moore, the berator.”

And another election year came
And Dubya played his god game
As Karl had instructed him to do
And they played the game through
To the end, knowing the fix was in
The voting machines were coming up thin
On democratic votes placed
And thousands of eligible voters displaced
By any means and means most foul
And nobody heard the howl
As Democracy died on the vine
In this most awful time.

In his second term, Dubya made a pledge
“I have earned political capital and an edge.
Now I’m going to use it to help my friends
Achieve their despicable ends.
And if people die, well that’s just the breaks
Because we won’t be putting the brakes
On this war that’s going so well
In a country that has been turned to hell.
There’s lot of money to be made

Out of this enterprise and escapade
And who am I to stop what’s going on
Even though people say it’s wrong!”

Big business prospered and prospered more
They had been given the key to the door
It was their time of unremitting greed
Though they had more than they would ever need.
Pension plans were raided and corporations went broke
While the raiders disappeared in smoke.
Lives were ruined each and every day
While the profiteers and warmongers made hay.
And nobody could understand why
Gas prices were rising so high
As were the oil companies stakes;
They really needed those tax breaks.

And in the middle of all this war and stuff
Times and the economy became very tough.
Jobs became scarce and hard to keep
And employers treated their people like sheep.
“We’ll work you into the ground;
There’s lots of people hanging around
Who’ll be glad to do the job you don’t want to do
So if you complain, consider yourself through.
And vacations now; they are a thing of the past
If you take them, you won’t last
And then you’ll be out on the street.
Do I need to repeat?”

And things got worse and worse
With economic conditions more adverse
Insurgents killing US soldiers every day
Soldiers who were not given any say
In what they were ordered to perform
In the name of so-called reform.
And the profiteers thought it funny
As they greedily counted all their money
And laughed about all the things they could do
With the money stolen from us and you.

Meanwhile Congress voted money for the fight
And then spent it on things not right
With special interests reaching out its greedy paws
Grabbing money meant for the wars
And though many knew what was going on
The right were too damn strong
Controlling the media and the courts
And influencing people’s thoughts
Not that many of those could actually think
About more than their next drink
Or whether they would get laid that night
Or end up in a bar-room fight.

Right wing bigots spread their nasty lies
About all the people they despise
Take Rush, now there’s a bloated fool
It’s amazing he doesn’t drool
With all the Oxycontin he takes
On his mouth, there are no brakes
And the drug induced venom spills
For his self-gratifying thrills.
Hannity’s another piece of shit
On the surface he’s a hit
But if you could see inside his soul
It would leave you cold.
The networks lay claim to integrity
While rampant with their own hypocrisy.
Is it or could it be NBC
That happens to be owned by GE
An arms company or didn’t you know
And if you watch their show
You’ll think the war is the place to be
Because that’s what they want you to see.
Murdoch is another ruthless man
Of Fox, only right wing bigots are a fan.
Watch it if you want to know what’s really going on
As what they tell you is invariably wrong.

And so spread the climate of fear
The end of liberty was almost here.
The media made it all sound so bad
Terrorism was the latest fad
And if we wanted to sleep safely at night
We should let the government fight this fight
With daily warnings
Coming like early mornings
The terror spread its wings
Just one of those unfortunate things
That makes it all so much worse
Could it be any more perverse!

So, the die has been cast
With truth coming in a distant last
But there are a few good men
To whom integrity and honesty are a friend.
HBO has the inimitable Maher
Pushing the 1st Amendment so very far
And with considerable smarts
His sardonic wit darts
And skewers those who should be shot
For patriots and honest men they are not.
Comedy Central has The Daily Show
That’s Jon Stewart if you didn’t know.
Another brilliant and funny mind
He could be called unkind
For the stupid things people say and do
And which he brings to you.
We delight in his infectious grin
That comes from deep within
When he finds a perfect mark
He becomes the perfect shark.

And now our tale is almost at its end
We are a country round the bend
Where the voice of reason
Is labeled to be treason
And where our government’s position
Is so often based on supposition
And rarely on a fact
While politicians backtrack
And so often prevaricate;
Perhaps we should call this ‘BushGate’.
Truth is what the media says it should be
And we should be glad that we are free
The Right have laid their claim
And left the Liberals with the blame
For all the things that went wrong
While big business sang its deadly song
Truth; it is but a memory now
And war is the sacred cow.
I hope I live to see the day
When all this greed and hatred goes away.

© Michael Rochard All Rights Reserved

~ by rochard on June 24, 2007.