Will Pitt's Night Before Christmas......hadn't seen it

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'Twas the night before Christmas
by William Pitt (truthout.org)

'Twas the night before Christmas, and in the White House
Junior sat by the fire, gulping down Famous Grouse.
The scapegoats were hung from the roof beams with care,
As an un-subtle warning: Let leakers beware!

Not far down the hall could be found brother Jeb,
With visions of dynasties filling his head;
Barb in her 'kerchief, with Poppy behind,
Took care to protect her most beautiful mind,

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
Poppy stifled a yawn to see what was the matter.
Could it be Ollie North, or a damned Sandanist?
Or perhaps it’s St. Ronnie, reborn for the feast!

The moon on the breast of the polluted snow
Gave the lustre of petrol to objects below,
When, what to his suspicious eyes should appear,
But Saddam Hussein with a case of cold beer!

With a corporate contingent, so stalwart and staid,
Poppy knew in a moment they must want to get paid.
Saddam was, after all, an employee,
Of many long years, for a nice, tidy fee;

"Now Diebold! Now Triad! Now ES&S!
Of plummeting dollars, we must all protest!
We put you in office! All libs to the wall!
You owe us a favor, and so now we call!"

As dry sand that before occupation does fly,
And the children of Baghdad, so still do they lie,
So up to the White House the contingent did stride,
To cash in at last on all who have died.

And then, in a twinkling, Poppy heard at the door
The thumping of jackboots on the hard marble floor.
As he pulled out his pen to write a fat check,
Saddam came before him, a chain ‘round his neck.

He was dressed all in orange, from his head to his foot,
And his beard was all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of skulls he tossed on the couch,
And bent double low in a menacing crouch.

Poppy‘s eyes grew wide - “He means to attack!
This ungrateful scoundrel! We gave him Iraq!
Does he not understand his important role?
My God! We put cable in his spider hole!”

What Saddam was after, Poppy couldn’t quite see.
He hoped the old bastard might have found WMDs.
It made Poppy so mad to hear George criticized
For going to war on a raft full of lies.

Some sarin? Some mustard? Is that VX I spy?
A sop to be thrown to the soldiers who’ve died?
But no, Poppy saw, and he slumped in despair,
He knew the hard truth - the stuff wasn’t there.

Saddam spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And beat ye living crap out of the pompous jerk,
While Junior, semi conscious, did powder his nose,
And lolling his head fell into a doze.

Saddam finished his work with a menacing glee,
Saying, “Next time you’ll value your employee!
Now get me a lawyer, and find me a job!
We have other weak nations to pillage and rob!”