King of America and Emperor of Oceania

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A few lines from the Bard’s lost play “MacBush: Tragicomical History of Dubya the Great, King of America, and Subsequently Emperor of Oceania” Edited by Harold Bloom, Vanity Fair, April 2004.

CABAL: We weird brothers, hand in hand,
Mooners of the Sea and Land,
Thus do plot, around, about,
Seven to thine, and thine to seven,
Seven again, for GOP heaven,
Oil and power neath every Bush
Our charm’s wound up, and we rush
Old Sodom Hussy to crush, to crush--

DUBYA: Now crouch, ye triple kingdoms of the world
For shock and awe shall rain upon your battlements
As my pathetical persusion strikes you at pleasure.
Know ye not that I, Dubya, have come out of Crawford
To bring you hot blessings of New World Order?
All earth shall melt into my Oceania,
Making it safe for democracy and commerce.
And all shall know that I am Dubya,
Emperor of the globe, who shall fix my banners
Upon the high towers of Babylon, and cage the imposter assassin,
Who plotted murder of my dear Poppy,
For which I shall pen Sodom Hussy in a spider hole
Where he may bat his brains against the earth
And grace my triumph.

CABAL: All hail Dubya! All hail Macbush,
Thane of Crawford,Thief of Baghdad,
King-Emperor of Oceania!
Say we weird brothers, hand in hand,
Boasters of the Sea and Land—
A billion Muslims on their sands,
Shall rue the drives of Dubya’s bands.

Eye of Newt, and toe of frog,
Wool of bat, and tongue of dog,
Adder’s fork and blindworm’s sting,
Lizard’s leg and owlet’s wing,
For Dubya’s charm of power and trouble,
A hellbroth of war and bubble.