August in Baghdad

August in Baghdad, the air’s like an oven,
The parliment’s shut down, its too hot to govern;
The people who claim to be running this nation,
Have packed up their bags and gone off on vacation.

They haven’t, of course, left the place unattended,
It wouldn’t be right to leave it undefended;
American troops will keep things all together,
They’re good at hard fighting in all sorts of weather.

September again, parliment will debate,
Will argue and backbite (though not legislate);
In Bushworld they’ll say, "none of this should dismay us,
Our surge is a winner, you tell ‘em Patraeus."

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