The way the desert dunes must roil
                out there, past Rummy's point of view
                must challenge all your conceptions, boil

                back your patriotism a notch.
                The regime you killed for us, few
                would agree, was good, but none

                other comes forth when I speak
                to you of your ugly duty
                in rescuing the 3rd world briefly

                from its pollution, its way
                of doing business based on super
                models transposed to their tvs.

                The way the counterpoints must spoil
                your blond patriotism, the world
                cutting both ways, almost destroying

                your blueprint for freedom, briefly,
                is like the way sand showers
                the wasted land of Mesopotamia.

                                

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