[Newspoetry] The Dozens

[Benjamin C. Blanchard]

Bush:

America's need for oil had increased 14 percent

and I feel much better about my fall from grace. 

They hit me with a rock and made a dent 

I fled to my own bedroom palace 


Gore:

We don't have to be weighted down by old energy policies

left in the rain since 1943. 

Like a dream that flows in rivers of despair it flies 

And all got up and left at once 


Bush:

Imports have increased by more than one-third

because life is too short to think about why... 

The structure of smiling is seldom a bird 

All I keep asking myself is, "Why? Oh, why?" 


Gore:

Held back by those for short-term profit over families

when I heard about his widowed bride 

wither the tempest lies 

Can we change the tide??? 


Bush:

I know the human being and the fish can coexist peacefully

and quaff half a pint of slurry 

Marred by Sal Rauso's thieving folly 

The soldiers on both sides fought in a frenzied flurry 


Gore:

The heat families will need this winter

Till the cows come home and we all spew 

Goga, Oh Goga, what do you do ? 

with sand in my laces I said to the shrew 


Bush:

They may own the oil, but America offers it's protection

Far better than my bleeding 

almighty Lesbian television 

The fighter bums are wiggling and waggling and beaming. 


Gore:

America will invest in entrepreneurs

I thought that rash had cleared up for good! 

We gave of the flower and said it was ours. 

And now I think it's time for food. 



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Benjamin C. Blanchard