day THREE HUNDRED and SEVENTEEN

As The World Turns

(from the point of view of Dick Cheney)

Slant the shade

Dim the blight

Dampen shame

Skim the light

Play the game

Place your blame

It’s best to screw

Your partner right

No need to kiss

Or cuddle coo

Ain’t making love

We gonna screw

Screw the good

Screw the weak

Screw the hood

Screw the meek

No good guy here

No humble geek

I do you ill

You touch my cheek

No turn of head

For second blow

I knee you now

I lay you low

I lay your life

I lay your wife

I lay your dog

I go hole hog

Don’t mess with me

For don’t you see

It’s how I’m made

I don’t work right

This step aside

For weaker scum

It ain’t my stride

I’m different drum

I’m psycho cur

I’m whiskey fun

It don’t occur

I’m making some

I do my do

I deal my deal

You slow my pace 

Ain’t no appeal

No human race

Can help you heal

For once I done

I be done deal

So no more nice

Call me ice

Pick to the heart

The darkest part

--Steven B. Smith