An Ode to My Gal

My beloved gal went and died last night,

Her struggle was painful and slow,

The final blow came as the bombs commenced

Into the Baghdad Valley below.

 

She had such a strong constitution, that

I thought she just might pull through,

Her genes were made of such superior stock,

To unparalleled heights she grew.

 

Not a finer lady I have seen as yet,

Though perfect she was never to be,

But strong and brave and just, for most,

The epitome of being free.

 

Long live her sweet legacy, for some future place and time,

Reseed with tenacity, a more resistant line,

Bear fruit with resolute liberty, a beacon so sublime,

With justice in congruity, to all races, creeds and minds.

 

Her illness began more than a century ago,

Her brothers were at death's throat,

One wore gray and the other wore blue,

But it wasn't the color of coat.

 

Instead of letting them part their ways,

She intervened in this epic struggle,

The scars she bore from those tragic days,

Were quite anything but subtle.

 

She compromised most of all

the values she held quite dear,

To forcefully bind those brothers as one,

She resorted to ruling by fear.

 

Her life for the first time tragically run,

She resorted to despicable acts,

Conscription, and an income tax,

And currency debauched a ton.

 

Suspension of habeas corpus, yes,

And journalists thrown in prison,

Newspapers banned, and citizens exiled,

Most rights brought to near extinction.

 

She wrongly thought that to right a wrong,

That the end would justify the means,

But the precedent set up a fatal flaw,

Force barring the right to secede.

 

Remember that's what she did at birth,

To repel the King's despotism,

Secede from the Crown of ole King George,

In historic revolution.

 

Long live her sweet legacy, for some future place and time,

Reseed with tenacity, a more resistant line,

Bear fruit with resolute liberty, a beacon so sublime,

With justice in congruity, to all races, creeds and minds.

 

A score- plus years hence in history,

She developed a slow-growth cancer,

A method of cure much worse than disease,

A concept you might call pre-emption.

 

The people clamored for fairness in

The rates for rail transportation,

So the alphabet agency developed a scheme,

That controlled the price mechanism.

 

And so another precedent was set,

Pre-empting the state of free,

Control, regulation, and licensing laws,

With a myriad of bureaucracy.

 

Long live her sweet legacy, for some future place and time,

Reseed with tenacity, a more resistant line,

Bear fruit with resolute liberty, a beacon so sublime,

With justice in congruity, to all races, creeds and minds.

 

Her cancer spread to organs foreign,

With bully she fought with Spain,

Coveting lands like the Philippines,

She lied about the Maine.

 

Then the infamous year of 1913,

I think, must have sealed her fate,

She fraudulently passed an amendment for,

the means to confiscate.

 

Just a few percentage points to soak the rich,

Said Congress was their direct intent,

To levy on just the upper-most class,

the wealthiest top three percent.

And then the same year, in double whammy,

To control the nation's currency,

She mandates legalized inflation by,

Federal Reserve decree.

 

Long live her sweet legacy, for some future place and time,

Reseed with tenacity, a more resistant line,

Bear fruit with resolute liberty, a beacon so sublime,

With justice in congruity, to all races, creeds and minds.

 

She vowed to stay out of Europe's War,

A dispute just based on trade,

Then lied about the Lusitania,

And proceeded to invade.

 

This War to put an end to war,

had ended by a treaty,

Versailles the place that set in gear,

The next one much more grievous.

 

An economic consequence,

Of the peace was made to bear,

The Weimar Germans suffered so,

Reparations too severe.

 

They ended up sending wheel barrows

Of money, oh so worthless,

To markets wrought by hyper inflation,

The Germans now, ripe for despots.

 

And so a third- rate artist, nut,

Rose up through a minor party,

To become the most hated example of

State force with a fist in the gut.

 

Long live her sweet legacy, for some future place and time,

Reseed with tenacity, a more resistant line,

Bear fruit with resolute liberty, a beacon so sublime,

With justice in congruity, to all races, creeds and minds.

 

The flood of mal-investment caused

by Federal Reserve enactment,

Brought artificial prosperity,

to the Roaring Twenties condition.

 

The market crashed , employment plunged,

She went into great depression,

So she wrongly spawned a welfare state,

A fatal intercession.

 

Long live her sweet legacy, for some future place and time,

Reseed with tenacity, a more resistant line,

Bear fruit with resolute liberty, a beacon so sublime,

With justice in congruity, to all races, creeds and minds.

 

My gal by now so consumed by war,

Oh darling, I hardly knew ye,

She even dropped the big one then,

Hiroshima and Nagasaki.

 

Consumed she was by metaphored war,

The cancer quite engulfed her,

War on crime, war on poverty,

War on her constitution.

 

War on drugs, war on hate,

War on your next door neighbor,

War on peace, war on terror,

War on her constitution.

 

Long live her sweet legacy, for some future place and time,

Reseed with tenacity, a more resistant line,

Bear fruit with resolute liberty, a beacon so sublime,

With justice in congruity, to all races, creeds and minds

 

So now she holds American citizens,

In prison, incommunicado,

Without a charge, restriction of counsel,

And rights, no, not an ounceful.

 

Wire taps, spying cameras,

invasion of all our privacy,

Road blocks set, your paperss, pleasse,

Hitlerian and Soviet idolatry.

 

Our founding fathers warned us all

of illusory security,

Entangling alliances and foreign wars,

And state based aristocracy.

 

And then with no proven connection,

with the 9-11 tragedy,

She rattles the sabers at Saddam Hussein,

For world-wide American hegemony.

 

And with that act she became the thing

In opposition to which she was forged,

In dropping the bombs in Baghdad valley,

She died and became King George.

 

Long live her sweet legacy, for some future place and time,

Reseed with tenacity, a more resistant line,

Bear fruit with resolute liberty, a beacon so sublime,

With justice in congruity, to all races, creeds and minds.

 

I recall with fondness her earlier days,

Of vibrant, hopeful liberty,

Of property rights, and markets free,

And taxation held to the minimum.

 

The pursuit of happiness, a Jeffersonian seed,

In individually varied ways,

And volunteerism the manner set,

For those who were in need.

 

She grew to be the greatest,

Freest, most prosperous, one of a kind,

By adhering to her principles,

Unalienable, for all time.

Long live her sweet legacy, for some future place and time,

Reseed with tenacity, a more resistant line,

Bear fruit with resolute liberty, a beacon so sublime,

With justice in congruity, to all races, creeds and minds.