Watching Tony Snow
I feel it click and the dumb comes on
like some dull eyed river asks why
nonsense has a prime time line
lost between the microphone screech
are bits of heart and an honest man
truth replaced by subjective conjecture
while you were nipple fed and sleeping
dumb dope feeds brittle heads in kind
and the liquid suckle makes a violent pop
as the tit is pulled and the tether falls
only the faintest carrion aftertaste
we all feel so much better now that we know
those children aren't dead
they're only sleeping