Beltway Rhapsody

Little Lady Albright
isn't she a peach--
called upon to moonlight
as a well-connected leech

promising to promise
that promises will keep
though once left out to moulder
by the Arkansian creep

"A penny for your thoughts", she says,
"A billion for your souls.
Let's take this war and rake it
over someone else's coals."

Little Lady Albright
suckling like a babe
at the swollen teat of cash
pouring from some poor bastard's grave


(--serendipitously found on a scrap of paper by roving reporter Gaius Suetonius Tranquillus)