4.23.2005

Hail, Condaleeza!



Who is this Condoleeza? Why does she seem so strange?
Maybe she's an old white woman, lost, deluded and deranged.

Tiny little body hanging, wispy, from that big ol' head
Is she E.T.'s mother, searching, praying, fearing he's dead.

Wait! She's put helmet on, "marching as to war."
But it's not made of metal! Oh, that's just her "hair."

She dons her gloves, spikes her feet, checks her secret files;
It's now, and not a moment sooner, she sets that rigid smile:
She is the Dragon Lady, armed with venom and with wiles.
(She shoots that venom twix't her teeth, it'll blind your eyes.)


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