Chapter 1- The Rage of George
Chapter 2- Rattling of Sabres
Chapter 3- Entreaties Rejected
Chapter 4- Osama Speaks
Chapter 5- The Underworld
Chapter 6- Fatherly Advice
Chapter 7- The Gods of War
Chapter 8- Juggernaut
Chapter 9- The Prisoners
Chapter 10- Interrogation
Chapter 11- George Dreams
Chapter 12- In the Clouds
Chapter 13- Déjeuner
Chapter 14- Secret Agent
Chapter 15- The Tyrant Flees
Chapter 16- Out of Order
Chapter 17- George Descends
Chapter 18- Master Kim
Chapter 19- Uncurious George
Chapter 20- Asana
Chapter 21- Doing the Patriot Act
Chapter 22- Immaculate Reception
Chapter 23- The Little Prince
Chapter 24- Mission Accomplished
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At 6:15 a.m. Dick Cheney awakens,
Alarm clock set to sweet synthetic birdsong
To gently rouse him from his slumber.
His wife Lynn, snoring softly, does not stir;
Cheney swings his legs around and off the bed,
Rubs his eyes and prepares for yoga.
Medication keeps his wild heart in sync,
And though the medication is no cure,
It’s given him the energy to exercise each day.
Yoga now begins his daily routine,
Its benefits increased strength, flexibility, and
Most important, relaxation.
Hard-heart has had lessons for three months;
This May 5th he’s up, washed and ready by seven,
His teacher, Ilene Goldberg, arrives well before.
“Good morning, sir,” Ilene says, as Cheney enters.
“Good morning to you,” he says half-smiling,
Sits on his sticky mat, ready to begin.
“We’ll start standing,” Ilene says, “Tadasana.”
At this, Dick Cheney stands up tall and straight.
“Firm legs, shoulders relaxed,” she says,
He rocks back and forth, centering himself.
“On an inhale let your arms float up.”
His eyes close as he breathes.
Dick Cheney’s sensed a change of late,
Could be the yoga or the meds, but
Things feel different, less desperate, less tense.
He pays attention to his breath at meetings,
Feels cool air in and warm air out,
Listens more, speaks less.
Food tastes different too, and
Ordinary acts, like brushing teeth, seem now
To be more purposeful. He’s scared and rather thrilled
By this new mindfulness. His energy is higher
And his stiff-necked wife, Lynne,
Looks more attractive.
“Please bend from the pelvis.” says Ilene.
“Uttanasana,” says Cheney, feeling pleased.
He’s dropped twenty-six pounds -
Looks better than he has in years, told he’s
Looking good by all his peers, spends time
Posing in the nude before his full-length mirror.
“Savasana,” she says after an hour.
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