Twas The Night Before Indictments

Twas the night before indictments, when all through the White House
     Not a creature was stirring, not even a louse.
The evidence was compiled in the counsel's clean lair
     A sure sign that Fitzgerald soon would be there.

The NeoCons were nestled all snug in their PACs,
     While visions of tax credits danced in their heads.
With Tommy's new mug shot and Billy in a jam
     They'd just gotten jarred right out of their plans.

When out in the open there arose such a noise
     They sprang from their caves to turn out new ploys.
Away to their lawyers they flew like a flash
     Tore open the envelope and opened a new stash.

The nation's eyes on the facts of the matter
     Gave a great lustre to the apparent disaster.
Then what to their wondering eyes should be appearring
     But an untouchable lawyer with a proper grand jury.

With a counsel on the case with such a tight grip,
     They knew in a moment, it much be Ol' Fitz.
And then they regretted ever mentioning Plame
     As they heard him call out their names:

"Now Richard! Now Libby!
Now Karl and Fleischer!
On Andrew and Rice!
On Scotty and Dubya!
To the truth of the matter!
To the bottom of the case!
     Now crawl away! Crawl away!
Crawl away fast!

And then, in a twinkling, they spread it all out...
     The buzzing and spinning of NeoCons oozing about.
As the nation was gazing with watchful eye
     Ol' Fitz made his case against those who lie.

As the counsel setup his grand site
     The pile of evidence right there by his side
Spoke volumes about the corruption he'd found,
     For soon the nation's chin would be on the ground.

The evidence, how plump
     As if the NeoCons didn't think it was enough.
Fitzgerald had witnesses and all kinds of proof
     That these cronies had gone right through the roof.
They writhed and they screamed in obvious hypocrisy
     And claimed it was some kind of left wing conspiracy.
But alas would they discover
     That the fingers they point would be at each other.

Fitz spoke not a word as he was still at his work,
     Exposing and supplanting all kinds of jerks.
There was a lot to discover
     For the more rotten, the more it needs cover.

The counsel and jury gave their grand notice
     This was only the beginning, he clearly promised,
For there were pleas and resignations and trials to come.
     Still, the nation could begin to uproot the bums
And with that Ol' Fitz showed a wondrous site
     When all the happy crooks get their indicts.

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