an honest republican convention

the
always-on-top-of-things
GOP entertainment machine
sets up
a
video-montage
of elephent-themed parodies of
popular
urban
top 40 hits
culminating in
"The Real Lynne Cheney"
by 'Dem-inem'


everyone is given a sacremental [sic?]
bag of dirt and ground remains
of drywall, mousepads, cessnas, and skin
from the holy

Zero Spot

which they eat
to gain their power

9/11's power

the heads are ripped off
of the various
supportive signs
and placards
to reveal pitchforks

melded down
from obsolete
texas electric chairs
(a few were
actually
the 25 cent vibrating kind
from the long-unpopular Country Bear Jamboree at Diznee
but nobody knows the difference)

everybody
advances upon
an effigy of john kerry

that laura bush
has frantically
ironed the wrinkles out of
to the point where it no longer looks
like the long faced
east coast
"liberal"

the crowd splits
so that the
black and latino delegates
as well as those from
ohio and nevada
can have a first
swing

they poke it until vietnam hero medals
(purple hearts
orange stars
yellow moons
and stem cells)
spill out

they swoop in to
devour

because
of course
the medals are really
chocolate

which attract
a stampeding
tongue-wagging
michael moore

when ashcroft attempts
to
eat his heart
a valve ruptures
and
oil begins to spill from his fat flynt gut

he is hooked up to a machine in florida
paid for by bush's richfolk tax cuts
and doped up
with yellows paid for by bush's
slight loosening of the prescription drug belt
and kept alive
by jeb
who
has power of attorney over
all vegetables
in the panhandle state

halliburton lays claim
to the drilling rights to
the northern half of the
portly
be-oscared
documentarian
and
dick cheney finally has enough money to retire

paving the way for a smooth
transition
to a 2004
bush/mccain
mccain/giuliani
giuliani/shwarzenegger
century fifth

[this should be the last polipiece for a while]