Warning: take a snake bite antidote before reading, this poem contains venom.  Maybe it goes too far...but it's about dick Cheney, and doesn't he bring out the venom in all of us?

Karma's a Bitch, Dick

I've read today
in the news
that Vice President
Dick Cheney
suffers
"deep venous thrombosis"
or DVT
a blood clot in
the leg
from sitting too much
doctors say that
the clot could
break off
& travel to the lungs
& kill him
I see it being
like a tiny torpedo
ejected from a
blood-submarine
that blows up
the lungs
(a smart bomb!)
aint karma a bitch
dick?
doctors are placing
him on a blood thinner
to keep the clot
under control
but I don't see
how they could
thin this man's blood
anymore than it
is now
putting
snakes on
coumadin
is moot
karma's a bitch
dick

Rob Plath is the poetry editor of Whirligig, and a fine poet in his own write.

Here's another poem from him:


The Great Arm of Manure

D. Rumsfeld said that there was a shortage of Hummers
in Iraq, hell on this fucking planet
while here on Long Island where there aren't even any fucking
mountains
young scared mothers & bored men cruise the empty
suburban streets in their tanks
making stops at Blockbuster & McDonalds
complaining about the drive-thru lines
& the lack of copies of the newest Hollywood release
as the great arm of manure, America, turns & turns & turns

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