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The hurricane "Blame Game".
Miers' Aflame! It's all the Same...
A dubious Claim to Fame.
No sense of Shame.
Only Shell Games; Con Games; Head Games.
Where is the reference Frame?
They drop Names with Tame Acclaim.
Saddam to blame? Lame.
Lay Claim, and then Defame... Shame!
Life is not an exhibition Game.
But they still Overcame.
Freedom fries. No Allies?
A pack of lies.
Outing spies - unwise! Alibis?
Sensationalize for my eyes.
Decriminalize. Surprise! Evil underlies.
Torture wins a Nobel Prize.
Don't improvise. Say your goodbyes.
Please advise, there's no reprise.
Friends and neighbors in a green Trance.
Dance with France? No chance.
At first Glance, a vast Expanse... Eyes Askance.
Emboldened in an empty Stance.
Refinance! Like a rain dance with a sand lance.
War romance. High finance.
Need another cash Advance?
Scooter, Scooter, on my Computer.
He's a grassy knoll Shooter;
A neocon Looter;
Pockets filled with Pewter.
Please find a Recruiter
for my friend Scooter.
Welcome to the Political Cortex!
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