Alien Abduction II
When Richard Cheney woke Convention morning,
he had a sense of great lightheadedness:
perhaps, he thought, the new Code Orange warning
(called to distract from the Iraqi mess)
had made him edgy – possibly the fawning
Haliburton team now caused slight stress.
His mind felt pierced by some abnormal, weird
and foreign entity. The French, he feared,
put something in my food. He loathed New York
and all its libs – desired an undisclosed
location, secret, snug - where he could talk
to Novak, privately and undeposed,
not feel as if his head was on a stalk,
or that some fuckhead Senator had nosed
into his bidness. New York set off alarms:
it did not welcome him with open arms.
[This message has been edited by Michael Cantor (edited August 14, 2004).]
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