Oh Goody. Another Freakin’ Contest.
There’s some real beauty in this Rumsfeld statement: “You go to war with what you have.” There could be a thousand different things that follow - or precede - a line like that.
It has the reek of ’sensitive poetic expression’ to it, doncha think?
It has thus inspired The American Street’s first annual ‘Out With the Old” poetry contest. The rules are simple enough:
1) Write a poem at least three lines long (up to any number you please).
2) It must include the line quoted in the first sentence of this post.
3) The theme of the poem is yours to decide. It can be anti-war, pro-war or something entirely different. It can be serious, funny, sarcastic, tragic, whatever - it’s yours to decide.
4) There are two ways to make your entries. I’ll post reminders on at least the next two weekends and on the final contest day. Your entry can be submitted as a comment in response to those posts, or it can be emailed directly to me at any time up to deadline. (if it’s longer than 20 lines, I recommend using the email route)
5) Deadline is 11:59 pm PST on 12/30/04. My email address is kahlil[at]despammed[dot]com
6) A panel of judges (at least three) will be chosen to review the entries and select a winner. The winning entry will be posted by January 1, 2005.
7) Your submission grants us the right to publish the entry as a post, up through the day the winner is announced. You retain all copyrights after January 1st, 2005.
8) There will be a prize. It will likely be a book. I have to discuss this with team members to determine an appropriate prize. If two things happen - a substantial number of quality entries, and a halfway decent month of fundraising - we will create more winning categories (first place, second place, etc) and award more prizes. All these details in #8 should be figured out within the next week. And until then, we’re open to suggestions from our readers, including an appropriate prize or prizes.
Questions? Ideas?
December 12th, 2004 at 7:29 pm
You go to war with what you have
whether you€™re ready or you€™re not;
And though you boys might get blown up
Midge Decter thinks I€™m hot.
December 12th, 2004 at 7:55 pm
Improv time…
You Go To War With What You Have -
When David slung his sling
And felled Goliath
like a sack of Iraqi potatoes,
He didn’t envy
the Giant’s helm
or long for armor other
than God’s breath.
When the cloud of desert dust
blew up from under the deadest of men,
David sighed and smiled,
reveling in his
Rumsfeldian triumph.
December 12th, 2004 at 10:22 pm
Oil for blood
You go to war with
what you have, to take what you
don’t have enough of.
43
Idiot prince with
vain counselors. You go to
war with what you have.
December 12th, 2004 at 10:33 pm
.
sound off, one, two,
sound off, three, four,
i don’t know but i been told
eskimo poontang’s mighty cold
no one said that life was fair
so quit your whinin’ over there
you go to war with the army you have
(us damned have-nots, ’specially)
not the army you wish you had
(an army of other guys, hopefully)
even a tank can get blown up
(an army no one wants to see)
in war there’s never a guarantee
(why oh god does it gotta be me?)
hut-two-three-four
the army owns your ass for four
five-six-seven-eight
its your recruiter you should hate
HOO-HAH!
.
December 12th, 2004 at 11:19 pm
Entropy the Bitch
You go to war with what you have,
cold steel and heated blood,
bullets that kill long after the blast,
iron fist with an iron glove.
You go to war with what we have,
leaving empty beds and broken homes.
Built on the backs of the opiated masses,
your empire spreads the seed of doom.
Nothing lasts forever, the center never holds
Mighty were the fallen kings in the forgotten days of old.
Their treasures piled high until they rivaled even God
Pride and Vanity blinded them, an indestructible façade.
But their splendid armour rusted, their golden gates were felled.
Their castles crumbled down around them, dogs of war, dogs of hell.
And yet you believe you are immune to their unhappy fate?
You€™ve been telling lies so long, they€™ve now replaced your faith.
But God don€™t brook liars and killers €“
He never has and never will.
You hold the cards, such as they are,
Judgment draws nearer, ever still.
Every single death, every little drop of blood
forms a retribution river, soon to be a flood.
Famine, ice, and fire, God has used them all.
And we all may yet pay the price when you finally take the fall.
That is why we fight you, with everything we have.
With our voices raised, fists in the air, we never stop, never flag.
We fight you tooth and nail for the soul of all humanity -
For our children€™s hope, we awoke our people€™s fading sanity.
Your time is running short though you cannot see your end -
For we shall be the hand of God, we shall undo your sins.
You go to war with what you have,
but you€™re not as strong as you believe.
For we go to war with what we have €“
Armed with Truth, we shall set you free.
December 13th, 2004 at 5:10 am
You go to war with what you have.
We never promised you’d come back with it.
You whine it hurts when they debride your stump -
Soldier, find someone else who gives a shit.
December 13th, 2004 at 7:46 am
(the last, of course, was all to be read in Rumsfeld voice…)
December 13th, 2004 at 9:08 am
Amen
By Goat Boy
You go to war with the army you have,
And not the Army you want.
You shoot the grouse released from the bag,
And not what is tricky to hunt.
You pack your cabinet with the stooges around,
And not those skilled or bright.
You do those things you are able to do,
Even when wrong they are Right.
You give a card to the Daddy you have,
And not the one you’d like.
You kiss the cheek of the momma you have,
And not wish she wasn’t a dyke.
You put your dongle in the port provided,
And not where you want to stick it.
You protest politely if at all,
And don’t annoy us with your picket.
You torture the prisoners ready to hand,
And not the ones who did wrong.
You charge and imprison those easy to nab,
Especially should they sell bongs.
You get in your bed with an Ambien pill,
And not with a conscience that’s clear.
You fill your head with the cocktail prescribed,
And not with the now-proscribed beer.
Even though you only go to church on the very rare Sunday,
All the good and proper Christians can’t judge you anyway.
Amen.
December 13th, 2004 at 11:56 am
They say that the army takes good care of you
Whether you are a Christian, agnostic or Jew
A bed, a new suit, and three squares a day
The army, it loves you (unless you are gay)
Preventing diseases, smallpox or anthrax
Our modern soldier, there€™s nothing he lacks
But they€™re not quite as good with the soldier in town
Not enough €˜armor€™ for what€™s going around
Not the kind on the jeep (though that€™s certainly lacking)
It€™s the kind for the weapon the men are all packing
Abstinence only in this modern force
No room for a condom, or educational course
But without a cream, or a topical salve
You go to war with what you have
December 13th, 2004 at 3:28 pm
You go to war with what you have.
You go with sticks and stones.
You go with trumpet, flag, and stave;
You go with flesh and bones.
The danger€™s real, the Bushies spun.
No questioning allowed!
Go now, before the smoking gun
Becomes a mushroom cloud!
No time to waste! The pundits cried.
No time for wimpy caution!
Or soon we will be nullified
By weapons of mass destruction!
So now we€™re stuck in desert sand
Short armor, food, and water.
No time to prep, no time to plan,
But plenty of time for slaughter.
December 13th, 2004 at 3:33 pm
These are more lyrics, but what the heck.
You go to war with what you have
Attack the jackass right in front of you
Never question what they ever did to you
You know it€™s you or him
Show some doubt and you€™re just throwing in the towel.
No one ever said that life was fair
So grab your shotgun and get on with it
Blast some sense into the heathens and the hypocrites
Given half the chance
You know they€™d do the same damn thing to you.
December 13th, 2004 at 5:29 pm
you go to war with the army you have
you go to war with friends you wish to keep
you go to war but find no easy salve
for the bitter dreams that plague you in your sleep.
you go to war and find it hard to come home
to a place where suits bring conflicts to a head
and send youngsters off to die alone,
yet rest easy in their own embroidered beds.
you go to war, and if you’re lucky, and come back,
you find your country has just re-elected
an unfeeling, idiotic, incompetant hack.
December 13th, 2004 at 6:39 pm
Rummy talks to the troops
You go to war with what you have,
Not what you€™d wish or want to.
You just pretend the rationale€™s
So clear you might have gone, too.
Just disregard whatever facts
Might undermine your credo,
And act as if the war you chose
Were somehow forced upon you.
This could have been just awful, folks —
That€™s how we prophesied it.
The threat was hypothetical,
But now we€™ve guaranteed it.
The principle is sound, my friends.
There€™s no need to repeat it:
You can€™t exaggerate a threat,
Then blithely fail to heed it.
So please don€™t whine to me about your leg, young man —
You really didn€™t need it.
December 13th, 2004 at 7:02 pm
“because I said”
by anonyMoses
You go to war with what you have
You go to war with who you are
You go to war
You go to war
You go to war because I said
You go to war with hearts and minds
You go to war with left behinds
You go to war
You go to war
You go to war because I said
You go to war with guns ablaze
You go to war with purple haze
You go to war with little boys
You go to war with daddy’s toys
You go to war without a care
You go to war inside a chair
You go to war
You go to war
You go to war because I said
You go to war with what you are.
December 13th, 2004 at 7:30 pm
flakes
plaster pieces from ceilings
as snow
drifting now turning falling
makes a carpet under my crunching boot
he is here
in a room upstairs
his ulating children beg
for his life
but no one here speaks their ancient language
we take the swollen wood stairs to the cramped
up
and he IS there, frozen in his terror
looking at us owned
and we have a sack for his head
to make his shame more tasty
on the way out
I see a small trinket -
a toy, really
a carved shoe, like alladin’s little foot
and I take it
because
I
want
it.
You go to war with what you have
you come back with more.
December 13th, 2004 at 7:42 pm
hard is the stamp of my darkening horse
loud are the boards that rumble below
cold is the steel that burns in my hand
just go to war with what you have
far in the distance the man I kill
lost in the moonlight eyes aflame
wild running empty hands
goes to hell with what he has
strict are the ways of the temple priests
heaven is barred with lightning swords
god is drunk on the blood of the damned
go to death with what you have
the cloth is quality, the suit is fine
the laughter clinks like champagne glass
wives of the criminals smile like cheetahs
go to the party with what you have
the world is a morgue and a birthing mound
death is the dancer, life is the sound
take it all in, for it will pass
go to dream with what you have
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December 13th, 2004 at 11:25 pm
It’s John Ashcroft and Don Rumsfeld…
And Richard Cheney too.
They yank on Bush’s puppet strings
And see what he can do.
Just falsify some documents…
And Lie to start a war.
Bring the third-world down to its knees…
That’s what our army’s for.
Rush to war for election year…
The nation’s almost broke.
You go to war with what you have…
Our leadership’s a joke.
December 14th, 2004 at 8:42 am
Into the morgue, a truism strode
Nobody turned to look
“You go to war with what you have!”
Eyes stayed closed, hands cold
December 14th, 2004 at 3:42 pm
You go to war with what you have,
And I had dreams of glory,
Now long replaced with nightmares
And an all too familiar story.
An army of one, I€™m a father and son,
And a brother€”one of three.
The army with which you€™ve gone to war
Is replete with men just like me.
You go to war with what you have;
We were told we had the best.
I strode into the combat zone
With Kevlar on my chest.
Some vehicles were armored well
The rest good armor lacked.
We scavenged for scrap metal, and
Hoped we would not be attacked.
You go to war with what you have,
And we fought for proper protection.
The enemy seemed a distant threat
As we fought fatigue and infection.
We fought the hunger gripping our guts,
We fought against thirst, stress, and pain.
We waited for rebels and roadside bombs
And fought against going insane.
You go to war with what you have,
Your fears, your flaws, your charms.
But in a moment, what you have can be lost;
I gave up one leg and both arms.
I gave up my innocence and any thought
That war was no more than a game.
You go to war with what you have
And hope you come back the same.
December 15th, 2004 at 12:33 am
You go to war with what you have.
So what if you lose arms and calves,
And whole men too and gals galore,
Cause Bush and Don love waging war.
You go to war despite the pain.
You go because of leaders vain,
Who care not what becomes of you.
You’re fighting for a Prez unglued.
You go to war though it is wrong.
Your battle’s gone on way too long.
You suffer pain and great despair,
But George and Rummy just don’t care.
December 16th, 2004 at 6:38 pm
first you go to war
with what you have and then
they blow pieces off
December 21st, 2004 at 9:46 pm
you go to war with what you have.
you have to war with what you go.
you war to have what you go with.
go you with war! (what, have you to?)
to war you go! (what have you with…?)
to war with you! (…what go you have.)
with war, you have what you go to.
what war? you have to go with you.
have war with you to go. what you?
December 21st, 2004 at 9:55 pm
You stand in line at the unemployment office
Go to the tape where many tired feet have stood
To check in your pride in exchange for a spot in a
War to be chosen - berated about the manner
With which you have gone out to reap the harvest of
What has been called the “Bush boom”, which to
You seems more like a bust - and you
Have mouths at home waiting to be fed, so
You fill out all the forms and then you
Go to the interviews in the gray offices
To compete with the other chumps in the so-called
War on Poverty - and why do they call it a war?
With these people it’s always about war -
What are they defending? Who is the enemy?
You are the enemy - because you are not a
Have.
December 23rd, 2004 at 3:17 pm
Waxing Elephants
The American Street founder, Kevin Hayden, is waxing lyrical these days. I missed this post when it was first put up, but caught a reminder earlier today. I will have a submission or two to this poetry contest. Kev tells…
December 23rd, 2004 at 4:25 pm
It’s better than FreeCell
The American Street founder, Kevin Hayden, is waxing lyrical these days. I missed this post when it was first put up, but caught a reminder earlier today. I will have a submission or two to this poetry contest. Kev tells…
December 23rd, 2004 at 8:38 pm
Scrounging through the spoils of war
Finding scrap and little more,
The soldier stood and faced the man
Who answered from the speaker’s stand,
“You go to war with what you have”
Another man, in other ranks
Facing guns and planes and tanks
Sets a charge and turns away
Another bomb, another day
“You go to war with what you have”
The President sets forth his case
Claim victory while saving face
The heavy cost is justified
While bolstering our common pride
“You go to war with what you have”
In towns and cities through the nation
Witnessing the same occasion
Sons, daughters, husbands, wives
Called to set aside their lives
“You go to war with what you have”
December 23rd, 2004 at 8:39 pm
Rhymin’ With Rumsfeld
There’s a poetry contest in the blogosphere. The catch is, you have to use the phrase “You go to war with what you have.” Here’s my submission: Scrounging through the spoils of war Finding scrap and little more, The soldier…
December 24th, 2004 at 12:44 am
When war for nothing is the theme,
You go to war with what you have.
Then the body-bags come home.
War, as a game of empire means
You go to war with what you have.
Sans allies, all alone.
In an occupiers’ rose-strewn dreams,
You go to war with what you have,
But keep the body count unknown.
Since there’s no plan - or so it seems,
You go to war with what you have.
Then the body-bags come home.
Unsigned letters mocking stolen dreams.
You went to war with what you had.
Then the body-bags came home.
You went to war with what you had,
And so the body-bags come home.
December 24th, 2004 at 2:16 pm
if I know the answer,
I’ll tell you the answer,
and if I don’t, I’ll just respond.
I don’t do diplomacy,
don’t do predictions.
I’m not into this detail stuff.
you go to war with what you have
and it’s hard, hard work.
it’s untidy and cluttered, but even so
it’s hard, hard work.
if I said yes,
that would then suggest
that might be the only place
where it might be done
(are you listening son?)
but that wouldn’t be accurate.
it wouldn’t be accurate.
there are known knowns;
there are unknown knowns;
there are some things we do not know.
some things we just don’t know.
you go to war with what you have
and it’s hard, hard work.
it’s untidy and cluttered, but even so
it’s hard, hard work.
December 24th, 2004 at 2:42 pm
A Limerick For Donald Rumsfeld:
To the troops, our Rummy doth gab
His words, no consolation or salve
Where is our armor?
The troops they do ponder
“You go to war with what you have.”
December 24th, 2004 at 7:23 pm
You go to war with what you have
And because you have -nothing- you go to war
And when the others have nothing too
(what was it all for a dream a sleep a disquieted night)
Victory comes all the while
marching marching
They hate us, don€™t you see?
This is not new €œYou go to war with what you have€
This phrase is a turn unending
Like the circle of the sun burning holes into the pavement
They hate us, they hate us
Am I the only unblinded man left in the city?
(cried Solomon)
You go to war with what you have
and loose that too.
December 24th, 2004 at 8:29 pm
You go to war with what you have
And say to war “Take all.”
War comes to you with what it is
And answers “Yes, I will.”
December 24th, 2004 at 9:42 pm
You go to war with what you have
and if you’re wounded, apply some salve.
The docs will get you back on your feet
so all the enemies you can meet
will try to kill you again.
December 24th, 2004 at 10:21 pm
You go to war with what you have
been inventoried with at birth.
You might go home with less.
It might be East, South, North and West of here.
December 24th, 2004 at 11:43 pm
Seargent Frugal
The uniform’ll be just fine
With a needle & thread and a little free time
The boots too tight? just curl up your toes
And push that helmet up off your nose
Now those pockets and loops and snaps and rings
Are all cleverly arranged for holding things
Yeah, they’re all empty, don’t worry, Kid
We lightened your load, that’s what we did
We’ll look around, and find you a gun
And bullets? Yes, but only one
A pocket knife, a compass, some string
And one of those Walkie Talkie things
Ok, Kid, that’s almost it
Just one more thing; your First Aid Kit
A tin of Cloverine Brand Salve
You go to war with what you have
December 25th, 2004 at 12:06 am
leaders lacking common sense
prophets without honor
stovepiped intelligence
and humvees missing armor
no war that we have had
was ever fought like this
with young mothers and ‘old’ men
you go to war with what you have
December 25th, 2004 at 5:53 am
Fire in the hole, seventeen moles in a hole
Wackety, wack, wack
Onwards to Messopotamia,
taken in a stroll
Aluminum tubes and yellowcake
Incubators cold babies make
Attaboy! do not feel coy
Shoving it up the hoi polloi
This is nothing to abhor
For with what you have,
you must go to war
Now the purse is bleeding
Dissenters are seething
And on discontent
the soldiers are feeding
December 25th, 2004 at 6:55 am
‘You go to war with what you have’,
he purred while popping the Crisco can.
‘You go to war with what you have’
with blood and flesh of Americans.
‘You go to war with what you have’,
like signature machines and no exit plans.
‘You go to war with what you have’,
and yet love them all as best you can.
December 25th, 2004 at 9:02 am
“You go to war with what you have.”
Old Rummy frowns and says this is the way
To take Iraq, that’s what he craves–
To save their people from the bloody wave
of Islam, terrorists, of oil–he’ll say,
“You go to war with what you have.”
Crazy man, Rummy, cries do not cave!
His nasty deeds, he thinks, the only way
To take Iraq€”that’s what he craves–
And keep the White House for the Chimpy brave,
Not! But Rummy learns too late he shouldn’t say
“You go to war with what you have.”
Vain man, who gives men death, who brays
Vainglorious lies, and worse things he’ll say,
To take Iraq, that’s what he craves–
An exalted place in history. Craven knave!
Curse Rummy now with our fierce tears, this is no way
To go to war with what you have!
To take Iraq–a lousy thing to crave.
December 25th, 2004 at 11:56 am
You go to war with what you have.
You take the slap he gives you, and ease yourself to the ground,
for his pleasure. You look at nothing else but his eyes
and what they see, and accept the words he tells you,
and ignore how far away they are from the truth.
You eat the tainted food, and drink the pissed-in water,
and hope that his flowery phrases for these
will turn them into something better.
What choice do you have? If you leave,
there are so many others in line behind you,
and behind them is the street, the jail,
the place of even fewer privileges.
At least you can pretend now is good. He says so.
Soon you forget the troublesome words that represent
being taken care of, being respected, being human. Soon
you laugh at the pictures of those in pain; what do they know,
compared to him? Those troublesome words are unfair, too complex:
Those who remember them soon will no longer be here.
Soon, you cut the chunks out of yourself he does not like.
He no longer has to say it. He and his triumph
in the eventual ease you find in destroying yourself:
You go to war, with what you have.
December 25th, 2004 at 12:44 pm
A Rumsfeld Villanelle
You go to war with what you have:
old generals with older soldiers, brave.
If it’s not enough that’s just too bad.
The armor’s missing from the Armored Cav?
Buck up boys! Now’s not the time to cave.
You go to war with what you have.
The grunts complain that they’ve been had?
That extended call ups make them slaves?
If they have it tough that’s just too bad.
They may run out of bandaids, pills and salves.
Some arms and legs you may not save.
You go to war with what you have.
You know damn well a few kids’ll be sad
when their Mom or Dad go to their grave.
But if they don’t make it that’s just too bad.
Troops that bought body armor should be glad
for all the tax cuts President Bush just gave.
You go to war with what you have.
If it’s not enough that’s just too bad.
December 25th, 2004 at 2:42 pm
Rummy haiku
You go to war with
what you have - and I’ve enough
armor for just me.
December 25th, 2004 at 2:43 pm
Shrub haiku
When poor, you go to
war with what you have; if rich
you don’t go at all.
December 25th, 2004 at 3:50 pm
You are going to have one heck of a time deciding on the best. You go to write with what you have, and so many of you have talent.
December 26th, 2004 at 6:35 am
you go to war with what you have
go tell that to the troops
to whom you have introduced
war as an economic activity
with no conscience or morality
what responsibility would you have
you sancimonious secretary of defense
have you no shame
December 26th, 2004 at 9:25 pm
Lee’s poem. It hints at many consequences. It is about a theft of simply ornate things that are the interwoven ethnic fabric of any family. The things war takes no thing can ever make full and well.
December 27th, 2004 at 1:32 am
I pledge alligience to the flag
you go to war with what you have
and of the enemies that you bag
innocents, and children included,
don’t let your spirits sag
for you’re on the side of God.
Your superiors, they might nag,
but you know they really care.
You’re the hero and you’ll brag
If you ever come home.
You might feel your conscience lag
for all those people you helped kill
and maim - don’t have a crying jag.
Too bad the people living there
now lie dead, the smell and flies make you gag
but your government still needs that oil.
December 27th, 2004 at 2:12 pm
Frugal’s Lament
You go to war with what you have
Said Sargeant Frugal
Polishing his beloved Enfield
Pity, though, he said
We could use some field artillery
Just a caisson or two
And maybe a horse to pull them
Would be nice
December 27th, 2004 at 2:13 pm
you use the teevee
your stale breath
words
your reflexive lies
you give us things
your hate poisoned
gifts
your wicked heart
you share with us
your autopen letter
insincerity
your fake grief
you go to war
with what you
have -
supplied by others
you toss their lives
away like cigarette
stubs
littering the roadside
you use the refuse
burger fipping crackers
and
big city niggers
you know they’re abundant
and after all
who
will miss them?
Not you.
Not you.
December 27th, 2004 at 8:24 pm
Dubya€™s Legacy
How will we remember George
When we€™re all old and gray–
As the coward who hid on 9-1-1
Or the hero of that day?
What will be most oft€™ repeated
from the boss of Andy Card?
Will it be €œMake the pie higher!€
Or €œGoverning is hard!€?
And what of the conflict
hatched on Pennsylvania Ave.?
How will we look back at having
gone to war with what we have?
Will some day the word €œArbusto€
be a synonym for €œbust€?
Will we think his pals at Enron
got a punishment that€˜s just?
Will he be reviled for splitting the land
into camps of red and blue?
Or called the €œNew McCarthy€ for
making debate taboo?
And how €™bout science — will he be judged
for giving much thought to that–
besides €œBah, humbug, global warming,€
And €œcreationism€™s phat!€
I can€™t predict what will stand out
From €˜0-1 to €˜0-4,
Now that he thinks he€™s got a mandate
to screw us for four more.
December 28th, 2004 at 10:48 pm
peace in our time
In the dream I had
bush cheney rumsfeld
and condi were all
that were left of the army
and a few talk show
hosts: hannity, boortz
limbaugh and o€™reilly,
and a few thousand elderly
National Guard members,
who cheated out of their
retirement had no choice
but to keep on fighting
(hell most thought it
was the same as WWII
anyway€”senility will
have its way, it’s true)
And Ann Coulter of course
was there too, shooting wildly
at the backs of our deserting
young troops, who were
wearing signs that read:
€˜You€™ve got to go to war
with the army you€™ve got
not the one you wish you had.€™
December 30th, 2004 at 11:42 am
You.
You go.
It doesn’t seem right
With a pack so light
But you go.
You go to
War with people you don’t know
(and can’t admit you don’t care for)
Just you go to war.
You go to war with
Whatever reason we feel inclined to give
Killing and dying is but a way to live
So you go to war with what?
You go to war with what you think or believe or feel.
Go for hot meals and big wheels and a raw deal.
You go to war with what you have.
You go to war with the army you have.
Shit in the other hand and see.
December 30th, 2004 at 1:03 pm
“You go t’ war with [just] what you have,”
Don Rumsfeld supplied as a salve;
But there’s no denying,
By under supplying,
He went there with what he could halve.
December 30th, 2004 at 3:44 pm
Sorry for the 2nd post, but I revised my earlier entry a bit.
A Rumsfeld Villanelle
You go to war with what you have:
old generals and older soldiers, brave.
If it€™s not enough that€™s just too bad.
The armor€™s missing from the Armored Cav?
Buck up boys! Now€™s not the time to cave.
You go to war with what you have.
The grunts complain that they€™ve been had?
Extended call ups make each a slave?
If they have it tough that€™s just too bad.
You may run out of bandaids, pills and salves.
Some arms and legs you may not save.
You go to war with what you have.
You know damn well the kids€™ll be sad
when their Mom or Dad go to their grave.
But if they don€™t make it that€™s just too bad.
Troops who bought body armor should be glad
for the tax cuts President Bush just gave.
You go to war with what you have.
If it€™s not enough that€™s just too bad.
December 30th, 2004 at 9:17 pm
Well if Tara is revising then so will I
Misquoted
€œYou go t€™ war with [just] what you have,€
It is said Rummy offered this salve.
But, when Don goes to war,
It appears less is more:
What he meant was it’s all he could halve.
January 1st, 2005 at 3:35 pm
they have no poems about sex.i dont understand cause tjats the best.they need more about drugs,it will make u give someone u dont like some love.having fun but still spooked.rolling so hard i had to puke.closed my eyes stomach still grawling hard.in back of my mind seems like a dance floor.this shit got control of me know.im shacking and hugging the ground.water falling off my head like niagra falls.i think i od someone make a 911 call.they lighting blunts trying to bring me down.nothing is going to work not even a pound.finally up and climbing the walls.so much entergy but yet i could still fall.