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I have a number of haikus for you. To what address do I send them?

Ronald

Ronald

I have a number of haikus for you. To what address do I send them?

Ronald

Steve O'Neal

Dubya, I free you
From my heart, my mind, my soul,
Let others be you jailer.

Steve
Brussels

Da 'Ferd

Dubya in D.C.
500K can't be wrong
Remnants of the sham.

Victor Solano

Too many people
Lives of the rich are worth more
They need more tax cuts

Speak against the war
You must hate America
I'll call John Ashcroft

Corporations rule
Sucking a dirty oil teet
Long Live Amoco

Proping dictators
He may be an SOB
He's our SOB

Democracy can't afford
The truth anymore
Let's build an Empire

Ryan Pierce

witless, bored, confused
must prove myself a leader
make the soldiers march

Elizabeth

War that never was
Leader that could never be
Nightmare that must end

linnea

disenfranchised youth
this democracy is yours
rock the fucking vote

Bruce

Howling deep into night
How could my "friends"
Think this Fool worthy?

Teeth bared now I wait
When will my country wake up
Or is it exit time?

Karen Kurle

With apologies to Edgar Allan Poe
THE VULTURE

Once upon a midnight dreary, eyes long focused,
Sore and bleary, on images of endless war,
While I pondered, nearly weeping,
Suddenly there came a sweeping
As of someone snidely peeking,
Peeking through my bedroom door.
"It's John Ashcroft," I surmised,
"This again and nothing more."

Then with many a strut and flutter
In stepped not Ashcroft but heinous vulture
Not the least attention paid he,
Not a care he gave to help me,
But with vast right wing extended
Shadows deep my hopes then ended
For a country free and prosperous
Rid of Bush and VP Chenious,
Full of tolerance and peace,
Air now clean and future glorious.
Quoth the vulture, "NEVERMORE.'

But the vulture, never quitting,
Still is sitting, still is sitting
Right wing dark across the landscape
Within its eyes a gleam of pitting
Man against man with no escaping.
Quoth the voters, "NEVERMORE."

eliot van buskirk

Does that furrowed brow
Hold any real trace of thought?
This manchild must go.

Bob Morris

Neocons howl for war
Scream bloodlust for oil and power
End up with neither.

M.R.E.S.

not really a haiku, but a local band recorded a song about george bush.

its called "George = Stupid Fuck"

(right click, save as...)

http://onlinerock.com/musicians/rhexp//i_can_t_believe_it_s_the_ramsus_holmen_experience_-_george___stupid_fuck.mp3

DAVID SIMONS

Where have you been all my life? A book of Bush-bashing haikus is already out there -- the perfect gift for the progressive in your household. It's called, appropriately enough, "Love Song for W -- An Appreciation in Haiku." The ISBN is 0595311911, and the book is available at amazon.com, powells.com, and other online booksellers. Or you can send me $9.99 through paypal and I'll send you a copy tomorrow -- shipping costs included.

And I still love The Body Shop.....

http://www.powells.com/cgi-bin/biblio?isbn=0595311911

kayaktony

I am uninformed
I can't form an opinion
Please do it for me.

I need a scapegoat
To blame my failed life upon
Too much work to think..

No one talks to me.
What can I do to "fit in"?
I know! Bash Dubya!

My internet "friends"
They tell me what to "believe"
So I don't have to.

I don't understand
The things that they talk about.
But, they must be true.

It all must be true.
Read it on the Internet.
Proof it is the truth.

I gotta go now,
"Saved By The Bell" is on next.
More Mac and Cheese, Mom!

Craig Betteridge

GW Cherry Picked his facts
For an insane war he chose
Time for him to pay

Snomis Divad

DAVID SIMONS, freak!
Thinks he knows of what he speaks.
Poor, David Simons.

Snomis Divad - Not!

Names below, not top.
Gave false tag, I could not stop.
Error is amiss.

Away from blame, he.
kayaktony, is his name.
David Simons, Sorry. :-(

KayakTony, fly.
Down a right wing stream, and die!
On rocks and Bushes.

The world is better.
Tony's gone to the place of
Studdering Pres. Ron.

Truth, is clear and good.
No such thing as evil, dude.
Just bad behavior.


CopyCat

This one is not mine, but it's truly an American tragedy.

Sniffle! Sniffle! Snort!
Why is George's nose running?
White line fever. Sad.

Emma Keller

Georgie talks to God.
So do I, and I asked Him,
And He said, "George who?"

Tracy WIlliams

Some call you elite
My daddy sucks saudi cock
That makes you my base

Tracy WIlliams

Some call you elite
My daddy sucks saudi cock
That makes you my base

I have lost my mind
no child left behind has failed
I need nose candy.

Edwards is a tool
Truely sad state of affairs
Let's all move to Prague

kayaktony

"Studdering Pres. Ron"

That is BRILLIANT haiku.

The way you spelled "stuttering" incorrectly was a nice touch. And your cropping of "President Reagan" to "Pres. Ron" to make it fit the haiku pattern was a stroke of brilliance. Regardless of the fact that no human being has ever uttered the words "Pres. Ron"...that didn't stop you from basically making up the nickname. Simply brilliant.

But what really defines you is your use of a rhyming scheme in haiku. Rhyming haiku is something that has remained largely untouched in the past, probably because rhyming is not a part of haiku. But did you let that stop you? No way!

And the way you initially incorrectly cited the author of my haiku...that, my friend, was poetic perfection. You are a haiku ARTIST!

"Studdering Pres. Ron." Brilliant....

kwolfe

You read "My Pet Goat"
While the towers were burning
You're no leader, George

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