Tom Tomorrow wrote:

Which leads me to suggest a little game: write your own “pro-war” poems and submit them to the site. And let me know if any of them are posted. This could be fun.

So I tried. I wrote:

Oh,

That Iraq-i

Smokes crack — he

Talks smack — we

Fight back — we

Attack — he

Falls back — the

French think it’s whack

But we’ve got the knack

(And Blair’s got our back)

To keep us on track

To the oil that’s black

Like Dick Cheney’s heart.

But, apparently, you’ve gotta get up pretty early in the morning to outfox those pro-war poets. “Perhaps you meant to send this to Poets Against the War?” they asked. Shucks, foiled again.

When Bush talks about America and its allies, I have to wonder: do we still have any of those?

When he talks about war as sacrifice, I have to wonder: how could he possibly know about that?

And when he talks about oil fields as a national treasure belonging to the Iraqi people, I have to wonder: didn’t he get that Haliburton memo from Dick Cheney?

I knew I shouldn’t have watched Bush’s address. Reality TV sucks.