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Sunday, April 13, 2003Showin' Your Cards It's time to show your cards he said, and by gum, we all have; Win or lose or draw and fold, some hides are in need of salve. But the bitterest hands that we've seen played, for pots dog lean or plush Are by idiots who keep bluffing hard when they're showin' a busted flush. There's a real keen pair to draw to folks, out there at the old U.N. Security council table stakes in a hell of a gambling den. Two E.U. leaders have claimed the clubs; the name of the game was Stall, 'Til State laid out a mighty full-house and the steely eyes said Call. Some players of ours bluffed easy once; the newer, too tough to crack. Some players are reckless gamblers like Herr Schroeder and Jacques Chirac. The layin' o' bets when chips are souls; not a time for political mush. It's better to leave the game than risk one life on a busted flush. Daft pundits keep on callin' the hands, before the cards are faced Without regard to the dangers of credibility then debased. They told us fifty ways we'd lose, 'til they woke up and found we'd won. Let 'em heed old Kenny's sage advice; don't count 'til the dealin's done. Cognitive dissonance draws a deuce and plays it to be an ace; So blind to cards with blood on the backs or tears that blur the face, To moral cards that don't fit in, sloughed off with a PC hush. The Media mind can't always tell a straight from a busted flush. Never they call a spade a spade, appeasers and peacenik hands Are better suited to play Old Maid than serious moral stands. Their fists shake, full of Tarot cards and predictions filled with hate, While Marines, The Third, and the Hunnert 'n First deal out the aces and eights. Stuck in the hole without hole cards, no kicker now up their sleeve; The women-in-black, "no war for oil" face up as plain naive. The statue pulled down on April ninth far more than regime did crush, It showed each hand of the avant-garde as truly a busted flush. It's time to show your cards he said, and by gum, we all have; Win or lose or draw and fold, some hides are in need of salve. But the bitterest hands that we've seen played, for pots dog lean or plush Are by idiots who keep bluffing hard when they're showin' a busted flush.
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