Dick Cheney sleeps in peace each night
A classic case for Freud
No nightmares of the innocent
Does he ever think on had they lived what they’d become
Our soldiers, gone where he’d not go
Iraqi children dead or numb
When going ‘bout his day has he
One solemn moment steeped
In the mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers
He’s consigned to weep?
Does it ever once occur to him
There’s much he must redress
And with his conscience all alone
To what does he confess?
Or is he void of much of what the bulk of men possess
A twinge of guilt for things we’ve done
Tho’ next to him far less
No, he believes that he was right to lie us to our death
No fact will ever change his mind
Nor will his dying breath
Unapologetic, he writes his great memoir
No mention of the work he did in
His own abattoir
Unfeeling, cold-eyed, unrepentant
Asked about all dissent he says “So”?
Making mockery of families resentment
Making false all the truths they now know
Who know not to believe their own eyes
Even as they all gaze at this wraith full
Of darkness, and secrets, and lies
If I believe in heaven as a place for good to dwell
I must believe with heart and soul
His place awaits in hell.
Headline: Devil LOVES his transcription
Admits him after fatal conniption
Here is his obit
(I wish they could strobe it)
Cheney, Dick: His name and description
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