Rage rage against the lying of the right

[sweetheart]

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old rage should burn at iraqi crimes today;
Rage, rage against the lying of the right.

suprise them to the end to make the darkness light,
Because their turds had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle to gangland hoodie right.

Good men, the last save cry, blogging the light,
Their impaled creed danced on by Green Bay,
Page, Page foley the message of the tight.

Mild men, who taught and rang the pun a slight,
and earn, too late, no overtime for the day,
Do not go gentle union against might.

Slave men, gift death, who seek with blinding sights,
Blind eyes, with blaze, IED's are yours in lay,
Rage, rage, against the lying of the right.

And you, my voter, there on this sad night,
Worse, curse me now, with your wise vote, you may,
Do not vote mental, into that fool slight,
rage, Rage, against the lying of the right.


- s. Dylan Thomas (apologies to Mr. Thomas) :-)