Socks and Missiles

- Luke Koushmaro

The missile launched

And hit today

And he’s hiding in the bushes

Almost but not quite

Out of sight

From where I am trying to write

On library steps a year ago

Fidel resigned today

The man is filthy and hairy

Cuba’s now permanently under Raul Castro

He’s pulling on his stiff, caked shirt

Fidel’s keeping his veto

Revealing his back and belly

And there’s a new nation, Kosovo

Fat, greased and far from healthy

UK, USA recognize but Russia

He’s moved on to his socks

Claims there is no new nation

One goes flying behind the bushes

Null and void, the diplomats say

He keeps his shorts on

The U.S. and Russia will talk it away

He has a jar with house water

CBS and BBC analysts say

He dips his hand in

But the media cuts it faster

The water turns muddy

A car bomb just killed Moughniyah

He takes his hand out to rub around

Will accelerate Israel’s demise says Amadinejad

Marbleizing his skin

And down goes Musharaff

And still dirty, his shirt goes back on

But it all dies back down

He puts on one brown sock

For a McCain-lobbyist love scandal

He can’t find the other one

Denial from both sides

He stands up to look

But the media holds on tight

Its not on him

And recession is getting mass coverage

He looks under the bench

And Venezuela claims trade control of oil

The ground around him

And in China, Olympics scandal

In his pockets

And Kenyan civil war

His socks still lost

Now he’s going to get cold.