There was a story some years ago 'bout some guy named Donald, picking up souveniers at Ground Zero and in Baghdad. He must have been a looter or something. Anyway, I wrote this song, which was originally posted at Corrente. It was inspired by a Warren Zevon song (Mr. Bad Example), a song prescient and precise in describing out present leaders.
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There upon the mantel
Lies the dust of the war dead
Mingling in a golden light
That shines inside my head
I wonder, just like Shakespeare
Where all japes and jests must flow?
I wonder for a second,
Then I pick them up and go
I am The Donald Rumsfeld
God of War and Loot
I reach into disorder
And stash it in my boot
Hey - life is messy, so messy and unkind
I like to think I clean it up
With each bone-chip that I find
All hail The Donald Rumsfelds
All hail The Gods of War
Invite them to your house, my friend
But frisk them at the door
Always frisk them at the door...
There upon the mantel
Lies the dust of the war dead
Mingling in a golden light
That shines inside my head
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Image from here.
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