| The Jackal of Venezuela: Hugo Chavez | | | | That big skull's, smashed-in |
| [Part I/For His Homeland] | | | | Like the shanties in Caracas-- |
| Over the Venezuelan cliff | | | | Godawful--your smile smells |
| (Hugo Chavez: now president) | | | | And hell is waiting...! |
| And under so much History! | | | | #1363 5/31/06 |
| They did not see him smirk, | | | | Note: We see them come and go do we not. The |
| Turn, like an animal, | | | | butchers of the world; from Iran to Iraq, to Venezuela, |
| In his cage of vulgar, his cage of scars: | | | | to Zimbabwe, Russia, China; Cuba, North Korea, Peru; |
| He'd had so many wars! | | | | we cannot get away from all these dictators that |
| The dark caves of his mind was | | | | want to help us run our lives, business, as if we can't |
| The real trigger--Russian roulette. | | | | ourselves. So we pick out the whatever we can find |
| #1362 5/31/06 | | | | from garbage cans and hope we come out will a |
| The Jackal of Venezuela: Hugo Chavez | | | | sliver dollar, but we get what we are looking for most |
| [Part II/For his Self] | | | | of the time; yet we keep thinking we are going to hit |
| You now are aware of the Jackal of Venezuela | | | | the jack pocket; in such people, there is no pot of gold, |
| Growing beside you, like a vampire cow; | | | | as they promise, waiting for us once we get home |
| A death vampire, color gone, gumless bat | | | | from the poles, our voting. If they can't butcher you |
| Balding, gelded by shadows--illusionary, | | | | from a coup d'état, they will try it your way, |
| And a forehead like pigs backside | | | | legally, democratically. They have the charisma it's |
| An utter lack of bone structure for a man. | | | | called psychic magnetism. The sad thing is, it is |
| But right now he is dumb | | | | happening in Peru right now; and it will happen in other |
| And I love his stupidity, | | | | places. Colombia, was wise in its selection perhaps |
| The blind, leads the blind. | | | | they've had enough pain; there is enough for everyone |
| The reflection of it; I would look in | | | | out there (more pain that is, simply for the asking), and |
| And find a face, and it tries | | | | we keep asking for it, and when we get it, we cry. |
| To grab my nose-- | | | | |