BEYOND BEYOND

Beyond beyond . 41

AYE, AYE, CAP’N QUEEG

When our collective American chips are down
As nowadays they invariably are
We stand tiptoe in our Adidas
All dewy-eyed from near & far
And as the Captain of Our Fate
Stands beefy  bilious  and belligerent at the bow
We’ll tell ourselves that he is Strong and Great
Wipe beads of sweat from each time-tunneled brow

Aye Aye, Cap’n Queeg!  Graduate of the Hanoi Hilt
You’ve brought the Oldsters on the Freedom Bus
You’ve stitched VIETNAM on our Iraqi quilt
Let firm fingers adjust and fluff your truss
You’ve contracted us to another Hundred Years
On the Playing Fields of Baghdad   Your own brand
Of squash or rugger
You’ve hyped our paranoia; distilled all our fears
presented all of Islam as just another Bugger

Cap’n, my Cap’n, give us peace from Liberals
From Him and Her and most exponentially,  Them
You’ve pounded hatred of Them into all our skulls
Surrounded GOPodia with your fearsome phlegm
And while you roll and chuckle while you roll
Finding sinecures in Selma  -- pill-popping dextrose
We all blush to find John McCain so droll
Sigh for a sight of manly leg – replete with varicose

Aye Aye, Cap’n Queeg!  You can be our latest Ronnie
While Nancy sends you Love Eyes of purest Moon
You incant dreams of an America so sunny
As it more and more resembles the environment
Of “Dune”
We’ve fainted at the thought of these Pariah Preachers
Pulsated at the places What’s-His-Name might frequent
And while we roar and ramble in the bleachers
We realize you’ve given up the Truth for Lent
But what’s another falsehood between all us Cap’n-fanciers?
As you build yourself up to belch another overload
Watch as you prance like sundry other pranciers
Watch with bated breath.  Since we expect you to explode.