by Anne G. Davies
Gonzales treats civil rights with insouciance
As though they were a public nuis-i-ance.
After shredding the Justice Department to bits
Alberto's decided to call it quits
Before Congressmen have scrutinized
The illegalities he routinized.
He leaves a vital agency in tatters
Unfit to grapple with critical matters.
This little man showed great tenacity
Keeping Guantanamo filled to capacity.
Abu Ghraib did not his soul encumber,
Ruffle his feathers, or disturb his slumber.
He pushed for wiretaps sans warrant
Despite fears of excesses abhorrent.
He advocated any kind of violence
That might break a detainee's silence.
Oiling his way like Uriah Heep
He woke a sick man from his sleep:
"To keep the homeland safe," he said
As he badgered Ashcroft in his bed.
His "I don't recalls" and constant denials
Have generated a roomful of files.
As for the eight D.A.s he fired:
"No, Senator, I never conspired;
That was just a routine decision'
Too minor to require my supervision."
We're rid, at last, of this pandering poodle
Destined to lobby and earn buckets of boodle.
Alas, he's unlikely to pay for his sins
Like his boss before him, the worst man wins.
Anne G. Davies is a fund-raising writer by profession and a writer and versifier by avocation. Her work has been published in local and regional papers. She lives in Lexington, Massachusetts.