Tour Of A Burning Washington D. C.

The smoke
is shaped
like the Constitution.

None
of our rights
are left.

And Dubya says
none of your lefts
are right.

Meanwhile, Laura sits
atop the
Washington Monument

with
a smile
on her face.

Washington
is
burning

and the
Congressmen
and Senators

flee like
wet
rats.

(My apologies
to you real rats
for comparing

you
to
politicians.)

Lincoln is
sitting
in a chair-----

he must
have won
at musical chairs.

The smoke
washes itself
in the Potomac,

but you
can still tell
it’s been in a fire.