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   Thursday, April 27, 2006

Birthday Greetings IV

Saddam Damned. Sad.

A weary twenty-eighth arrives, to find age sixty-nine,
As weary steps from cell to dock pace down your late decline.
While screams of "circus" echo round a shoddy ring in glare,
For tickets, flaccid pundits pimp you; dismal aging bear.

A happy famous birthday this would be, I dare suggest,
If you had fled the middle east and made it to the West.
Our payments, schools, and voting rights, and healthcare you’d partake,
And too! the haters of our land would fête you with a cake!


In 2003, we didn't know if he was alive or dead, and sending a card was such a problem...

Damn Sad, Saddam 4/28/03

It's April twenty-eighth today, you could be sixty-six.
So many tried to keep you on; the French and bloodhound Blix.
But you're now past retirement age—high time to sing and laugh.
Unless of course you're strewn about, or gone with al Shahaf.

So here's a birthday greeting; but it's sad, to say the least,
That no one wants to celebrate two numbers of the beast.
The crowds are gone, there's no parade, no hat to show you fatuous;
Your former slaves are thrilled that your hometown is now un-statueous.

In 2004, we did know.

Damn! Sad Saddam 4/28/04

Comes now the twenty-eighth again—you're here! You're sixty-seven!
Why, we thought bunker-busters had sent you to raisin heaven!
Jazeera said you'd not give up; you'd lead, and go down fighting,
But you're the lad who called 'jihad' while in your tank, jihiding.

George Bush has sent you his regards (though that was weeks ago)
And former slaves send greetings, from themselves, and those below.
They're gifting you a forum where you'll stand and take the rap;
They want to put you 'in the loop'—for you, 't will be a snap.

Birthday Greetings III

The Bastard of Baghdad, Saddam Hussein was born April 28 1937. This is year number three in the birthday greetings, er, project. How long can it go on?

Saddam Sad? Damn. 4/28/05

A year gone by? impossible! but hey, you're sixty-eight.
By now, you should have hit the news referred to as "...the late..."
It's been a busy year and, through the bars, you may have heard
There's been a free election, Dude! your president's a Kurd!

Their Congress grips the eye and ear, they've liberation’s taste
While, as old Ozymandias, you decay into the waste.
May despair be all your lot for each long year that lingers,
And bring you low, with steady nudge and sweep of purple fingers

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