Chalabi, we loved you, our favorite Iraqi – Breaking up's so hard to do, but now we need a lackey. Not someone who'll criticize the stupid things we've done – Who'll find it hard to eulogize us when we cut and run. 'Twas brilliant how you conned him and won his added clout, Before revealing to Tehran where Cheney's hanging out. We loved you even after you fed us all those lies, But heard your muffled laughter as we've searched for alibis. You figured you could use us to back you and your claque, Quite confident no other Bush could re-attack Iraq. Bob Carlson |