WRONG WRITING

When Dubya reads another’s words
He does it rather well
Transposing type to spoken word.
We followed him to Hell.

The rhetoric is honed and clear
An actor with his lines
No word illuminates the man
No Freudian Slip defines.

We now know Kennedy’s: ‘Ask not’
Was written by another.
No one who heard asked: ‘Who wrote that’
Just hailed Jack as their brother.

Obama now shall rule the waves
That Britain once aspired to.
This man will speak the world anew
(Through someone he has hired to).

Or will McCain’s new running mate:
The Palin Stepford Wife
Through off-the-peg words cut to fit
Transfuse him with new life?

We lie content within the lie
Of Havel’s shrewd perceiving.
The Emperor’s clothes are woven words
Bespoke for our deceiving.