Better Be The Last

 
From Condoleezza Rice to Karl Rove, artist Clinton Fein's rendition of Juan de Juane's The Last Supper captures the subtle nuances of the Bush Administration's key advisors and cabinet members, along with a scathing poem on the havoc they have wreaked.

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Time to get the packing done, time to make your way.

Time to pass away for good, time to stay away.



Time to leave the House behind, to offer sad goodbyes,

Time to drown in wine you swine, to pretzel choke on lies.



Who betrayed the betrayer, you ask, who lied to the liar?

Judas is the one to whom theses thieving whores aspire.



The treachery that knows no bounds, the sycophantic glut,

The pigs that gorge on trampled trust, the arrogance they strut.



The rotten diet of broken vows, the poisoning of sacred cows

The bovine bloat of evil gloat, the stinking goats and profane sows.



The savage screech of scavengers, the parasitic pawns,

The fawning scorn, so sick and frantic, stolen promise mourns.



Time to pay the ferryman, there’s no one at the gate,

Time to swallow bitter harvests sowed and reaped with hate.



Time to dine on dark decline, the festering final feast,

Time to sip the septic sap, you’re discharged, you’re released.



The stagnant stench of faux repent, the rancid reek of preach,

The infected brew congealed anew, the speech for every breach.



The abase decay of truth delay, atrophic remains of reason,

The dry-rot, piled-hot, half-baked, deteriorating, putrid taste of treason.



The perverted taint of unrestraint, the toxic taste of tortured waste,

The polluted food on contaminated plates, the filthy meal of the depraved and debased.



The molded bread, sacrificial lamb, hormone-pumped and anabolic

More blood than wine, so damn divine, intoxicated, chronic ex-alcoholic.

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