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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Iraq overrun, its armies scatter.
Organized warfare, tank columns,
Air Force strikes, grind to a halt.
In just weeks it seems the war is won,
Saddam vanquished, regime crushed.
America’s military might prevails.
“Good job, boys!” Resolute George exalts,
“That was outstanding!” Huddled
In the war room with his coterie of
Rumsfeld, Cheney, Wolfowitz and Rove
His cherished chums. “I’d drink
A toast to victory, but as you know I can’t.”
“I’d say the mission is accomplished,”
Hard-Hearted Cheney offers, “Now
To get that Iraqi oil to the market.”
“Hear, hear,” adds Rummy, "Onward to
Halliburton!” and the gang all laughs,
Except for Karl Rove.
Deep in thought, Karl thinks media,
And already plans a photo-op event.
“Karl…you seem subdued,” asks George,
“I don’t like it when you get
That expression on your face.” Karl
Smiles, “I have plans for you my boy!”
Weeks later on May 1st the carrier
Abe Lincoln idles near San Diego.
Kept offshore for hours to improve
The camera view, the deck canted
To port for the same reason,
The crew awaits a special landing.
Two miles distant, a Navy S-3B Viking
Lumbers along the Pacific coast
Carrying three pilots, two on active duty
And the other now retired: Simple George.
Certified briefly as a pilot in the Texas
National Guard, he’s not flown since ‘69.
“Can I land it?” George asks the pilot,
Cmdr. John Custer of Orlando, Florida.
“Sorry, Sir, not in the plan,
But you can take the stick now
If you’d like.” George grabs the joystick
His hands sweat and tremble.
Like a student driver, George
Never really has full control. John
Can override everything George does
But the illusion George is flying
Is quite real. “Try a turn, sir?”
John wants to please the boss.
“Any ammo in this baby?” George
Sounds excited as they bank left.
“Maybe I can strafe some driftwood,
Abandoned boat or something!”
“No live ammo sir…level off a bit more please,"
The Secret Service agent sitting
In the back hears the interchange
And shakes his head. He thinks George
Is a dunce, but his job is to protect him
From bodily harm, not stupidity.
“What a putz,” he thinks.
The straps wrapped round George’s
Crotch are tight. Nervous and excited
He needs to take a piss, and soon.
“How much longer till we land?”
George asks, afraid he might not
Hold it long enough.
“Just ten minutes more, Mr. President,
They want us to make a pass or two.”
“I really need to go sooner than that,”
Says George, “Can we make it in five?”
“Sorry sir, ten’s the best that I can offer.
Mr. Rove has planned the landing.”
His hands placed in his lap, George
Wishes he'd forgone that last
Cup of coffee on Air Force One.
“What’s this button here?” George stabs
A blue button and the aircraft lurches.
“What’s going on?” the backup pilot yells.
Crap, thinks John, this is not cool,
Later, on deck, clothes changed,
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