Happy Holidays, Military-Corporate Complex

[To the tune of "Let It Snow"]
Oh, the war in Iraq is frightful,
But for Lockheed and pals it's delightful,
Since the Pentagon continues to pay,
Let 'em stay, let 'em stay, let 'em stay.

Insurgents show no signs of stopping,
Americans can't stop AK's from popping,
Since it keeps Boeing's prices high,
occupy, occupy, occupy.

When there's a bombing or firefight,
It means moo-lah galore for GE,
And ev'ry IED laid at night,
means they're buyin' a brand new Humvee

As long as some Black Hawks keep crash'in,
The Complex can really cash in,
More war equals much more dough,
Let's not go, never go, let's not go.

--Nick Turse at the clavier

Cornfessional

[from part II]

Toddlers are taking over . . .

. . . Snoods converge
on a weary-daring man.
— John Berryman

You think I haven’t suffered? You think I can sing?
O holy all-day sucker: Thou
Knowest how mooest the yonder brown cow,
Knowest in soul-squoze song the diddled word’s the thing,
Knowest my wax-melt pard — one can’t elope to the stars:
The sincere sinecured sham-man’s sting.

I have hummed right along with electric blue guitars
And, dutiful, counted Freud’s daily cigars,
Dreamed the sin-secured neoReichian dream
— an got her all down, boss (cackle): and writ
in yer basic Koo Klucker (grackle) Klandesteem
n yer tiresome basic Sanskrit.

And when you hear the cry, “Pass by, Geronimo!”
Geronimo, you’d best pass by.
O but pass the Bourbon, Mr. Kleen
And pass, O pass! The thorazine.

--Mark Worden

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