Chicano Poet

Friday, October 08, 2004

Frankenstein Dubya

I see the bolts
in Dubya’s neck
and think

to myself
this idiot
is the

son of
Frankenstein
or at

least the
invention of a modern day
Mary Shelley.

Just then
Dubya
stretches his

arms
straight out
in front of him.

He wanders
around the village
until he

finds a
little girl
who offers him

a rolled up
copy of
the Constitution.

He promptly
drowns
her in the Potomac

and then claims
that children
are our greatest asset.

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