Pomes of buddy don: The Promised Land

The Promised Land

The Rubberstamplicans have built a land
Devoted to their dogmatic beliefs –
Built on a foundation of shifting sand,
It's crashed upon reality's hard reefs.

'Twas built between a hard place and Iraq
A place they had no time to understand
The nation's riches? On the auction block –
They've privatized what's not theirs to command!

And for their sacrifices as they feed
Upon the profiteering trough of war,
For riches they will sweat but never bleed
Since bleeding's what we've saved Iraqis for.

Although there is no profit in safe borders,
At least we have Paul Bremer's hundred orders!

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