DUSTY DEATH: Shakespeare, forgive me

Tomorrow,yea tomorrow, more tomorrows...

The Creep’s pouty face seen day to day.

His war won’t cease in recorded time,

The Congress boasts naught but bloated fools.

 

There way? more dusty death. Out,out!,you imbeciles!

Our soldiers, mere walking shadows, with no prayer.

Bush struts and smirks his time upon the stage, a sorry corporate whore;

his, a tale told by an idiot,full of threat and bluster..

and signifying nothing.

 

MacBeth (don’t say it aloud!)