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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“Now this feels good!”
Simple George exclaims. In one day
We knocked off two miserable pricks,
And got that damn uranium
Off the front page. We may have
Finally turned the corner!”
George gives a thumbs up to
The White House inner circle.
Foul Rumsfeld to George’s left, attention
Focused on his Black Goddess, Condoleezza;
Hard-hearted Cheney chats with Sly Ashcroft,
Who nods sagely.
Cunning Wolfowitz stands alone,
Scans the room, takes in the scene.
Proud Powell is conspicuously absent.
Not invited to this small affair, he’s isolated
Shut out, marginalized, not part
Of the in-crowd, the self-anointed.
“I want to talk to the commander,
The guy who stormed that house in Mosul.”
George laughs, animated and upbeat.
“No way I wanted those Hussein sons left alive
To shoot their mouths off at some trial.
We killed them like the rotten dogs deserved!”
Revenge tastes sweet, George is buoyant.
Ever since Saddam planned to kill his father,
George has sought one goal, to hurt the man.
The killing of his only sons feels good,
But now one overriding task remains,
To find and kill Saddam Hussein.
Iraq has been no cakewalk,
Peace harder to sustain than war.
Day by day Americans are dying
And the costs keep rising higher. Then again,
The Black Ichor of the gods
Is under United States control.
“It’s only a matter of time, Mr. President.
Saddam is on the run, we’ll find him.
When we do he’ll end up like his sons,
Bullet-ridden, lifeless, draining blood.”
Foul Rumsfeld is dramatic, loves attention
To his macho showman’s style.
“I want that scum bag dead!” Prince George
The Bushiad and The Idyossey - Copyright 2004 by Victor Littlebear - All rights reserved