801

I started a joke
Which started the whole world crying,
But I didn't see,
That the joke was on me.

I started to cry
Which started the whole world laughing,
Oh if I'd only seen
That the joke was on me.

I looked at the skies,
Running my hands over my eyes,
And I fell out of bed
Hurting my head, from things that I said.

Till I finally died,
Which started the whole world living,
Oh, if I'd only seen
That the joke was on me.

(THE BEE GEES)

I started a war
Without a clear objective,
Oh, but I did not know
How the killing would grow.

I started the fight
Which rekindled a holy jihad;
Oh, this fool did not see
That the jerk here was me.

I sent in my jets,
Then called the marines, the SAS;
Oh, they looked down the drains,
Tryin' to find clever Saddam Hussein.

Then I finally saw
The folly of what I started;
I'd egged my men on with glee,
Yet the yolk is on me!

(GEORGE BUSH)

802

'My Way' - Frank Sinatra

And now, the end is near,
And so I face the final curtain.
My friend, I'll say it clear,
I'll state my case, of which I'm certain.
I've lived a life that's full,
I've traveled each and every highway,
And more, much more than this,
I did it my way.

Regrets, I've had a few,
But then again, too few to mention.
I did what I had to do,
And saw it through, without exemption.
I planned each charted course,
Each careful step along the byway,
And more, much more than this,
I did it my way.

Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew,
When I bit off more than I could chew.
But through it all, when there was doubt,
I ate it up, and spat it out.
I faced it all, and I stood tall,
And did it my way.

I've loved, I've laughed and cried.
I've had my fill, my share of losing.
And now, as tears subside,
I find it all so amusing.
To think I did all that,
And may I say, not in a shy way,
"Oh no, oh no not me, I did it my way."

For what is a man, what has he got?
If not himself, then he has naught.
To say the things he truly feels,
And not the words of one who kneels.
The record shows I took the blows,
- And did it my way!

Yes, I did it my way!

'My Way' - Tony Blair

And now, the end is near,
That full third term,
I wouldn't bet my shirt on!
The Chancellor, I'm sure,
Won't be for long, it's certain.
I've had holidays far-and-wide,
Have taken freebies, not in a shy way,
Started a daft, damn-futile war
- And did it my way!

Lies, I have told a few!
(Um, ah...ok, too many to mention!)
I'd admit with Gordon and me,
Why indeed, there's a tension.
I'd plan my legacy,
Had Ali spin it in his shady, sly way.
At least, he leaked-out that
I did it my way!

Oh, there were times, I'm sure you knew,
The wife's funny gurns,
Were more than even I could chew!
Time after time, rules I'd flout,
I lost the plot...I lost my clout!
I should have gone, and I clung on,
And did it my way!

I have had two and-a-half terms,
I fear to David Cameron losing.
I wish, when I hand-over,
I'd exit at a time of my choosing.
With each half-truth I fade,
I acted in a heavy-handed, high way.
Oh yes, in fact I cheated!
- I did it my way!

What's a P.M? What left has he got?
With a reputation of licking Bush's bott!
Tuscany...I'm at Berlusconi's heels,
The scandal of cash-for-honours deals,
I ran the show, I have to go.

- I did it my way!

803

To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:
A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;
A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away;
A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.

In every democratic country, there is a time to vote.
A time to tell your elected officials "we don't want this war!"
A time to complain; and a time to write a senator.
A time to scream "Anathema!"; and a time to not keep silent.
A time to speak up, unashamed; and a time to make haste.
A time to risk; and a time to debunk playing it safe.
A time to appeal to reason; and a time to mediate.
A time to abandon a domination agenda; and a time to make peace.
A time to debate; and a time to evict a bent, depraved, no-brain leader.
A time to get mad; and a time to topple the White House warmonger ape.
A time to get a woman at the helm.
Bush, it's time to get out of there!

804

Somewhere, over the rainbow, way up high,
There's a land that I heard of once in a lullaby.
Somewhere, over the rainbow, skies are blue,
And the dreams that you dare to dream really do come true.
Someday I'll wish upon a star,
And wake up where the clouds are far behind me,
Where troubles melt like lemon drops,
Away above the chimney tops.
That's where you'll find me.
Somewhere over the rainbow, bluebirds fly.
Birds fly over the rainbow,
Why then, oh why can't I?
If happy little bluebirds fly
Beyond the rainbow,
Why oh why can't I?

Someday, after the Bush term's over, when...oh, when?
I'll be able to show my face in public again.
Someday, after the Bush term's over, we'll be OK.
We'll be able to hold contrary opinions in the old USA.
Someday I'll vote for a worthy leader,
And wake up where Republicans are far behind me,
Where troubles melt away like snow,
And war is not a daily woe.
That's where you'll find me.
Someday, after the Bush term's over, he'll hide. (Bye!)
Then with war behind,
Everybody can be happier,
Roar with putrid humor.
Why oh why can't he hurry? (Hey, idiot!)

805

In An Artist's Studio

One face looks out from all his canvasses,
One selfsame figure sits or walks or leans;
We found her hidden just behind those screens,
That mirror gave back all her loveliness.
A queen in opal or in ruby dress,
A nameless girl in freshest summer greens,
A saint, an angel;--every canvass means
The same one meaning, neither more nor less.
He feeds upon her face by day and night,
And she with true kind eyes looks back on him
Fair as the moon and joyful as the light;
Not wan with waiting, not with sorrow dim;
Not as she is, but was when hope shone bright;
Not as she is, but as she fills his dream.

La Gioconda: A Mona Lisa hymn
Enigmas lose their freshness over time
Once interest fades - although, I shall confess,
None have the sense of honor so sublime
A beaming woman's portrait shall possess.
Returning to her shrine, a slew of stares
Drifts on and scans her alabaster skin;
Onlookers, fans and musers here and there
Debate just what this Goddess hides within:
A nonchalant rebuff? New quirk or joke?
Vitality or shrewdness? Either way,
I think her smashing image shall invoke
New fables and assumptions every day.
Confuse me, Siren, then my soul beguile -
I can do nought but answer with a smile.

806

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