In Iraq, Nothing Succeeds Like Failure

Wall Street Blues
Jukebox on the wall play us the number one the hit song, ???The American Eagle has no brains it flies into walls.??? Sarah the most mysterious person he hardly knew except for her outrageously wacky hat said, ???this head automatically turns off any thing in bad taste.??? Then when she had nailed everyone???s rapt attention announced in that stentorious voice, ???you can tell people about witchcraft but you can???t lead them to it.??? That set everyone with stock & bonds back on their high heels. Jukebox on the wall play us a great tune or go to hell. A phone went off. ???Sarah here.??? The Jukebox blared that rap crap backing while she chanted, ???If you don???t possess a purple tiffany box you can???t expect to get a yellow ribbon.??? Oh Jukebox on the wall tell me why, why do American Eagles fly into walls and knock their brains out???? Sarah got off the phone jiggling like a peppermint teabag & shouted out to all in sundry, ???I need to have a pee desperately,??? & she left right left right left right left with Staggers and her cubs following in single file tails between their legs. Jukebox on the wall when will the American Eagles hit the wall?' With his last gasp & in extreme agony he wheezed, ???The American Eagle has no brains it has hit the wall.??? Unwanted, uncared for tortured by his tremendous success George was deflated. His crocodile skin boots are moudly in the repair shop but his lonesome lootbags dangle safely offshore. Remember his last wish & testament was to expire with perfect plastic teeth. Those shining eyes glowed like terminal fireballs as he fried in his own juices with extreme prejudice in the updraft. Jukebox on the wall play us all a heroic bugle call. The monster python swallowed a whole sheep & never spat out any shredded wool. Jukebox on the wall a song to aid digestion, if you please. After the farewell remarks Sarah kept pressing the END continuously but it did not END. Heaven does not kick in until you???re dead. Jukebox on the wall I am tired of poets. Give me history.

"In Iraq, Nothing Succeeds Like Failure"
Vow ! what a title ! Speaks volumes for the game of modern politics.