THIS ARTICLE TO A FRIEND
The Lost Poems
of Hugo Chavez
When Venezuelan politicians are toppled by coups they handle the problem a
little differently from, say, Professor Al Gore. Once and future Venezuela
president Hugo Chavez found himself with a couple of free days on his hands
recently, and heres what he told BBC News he had been up to:
Mr. Chavez said he had not expected to return (to office) so soon and
had started writing poems, though he did not have the chance to finish the
He did finish a number of others, however, some of them haikus and some in
more traditional western verse forms:
The Turd Reichs dawning
But in Venezuelas streets
What clamor rises!
That man from Caracas, Bush muttered,
Doesnt know on which side his breads buttered.
So lets see what hell do
If we brew up a coup,
Though the C-word itself wont be uttered.
We figured it for Florida,
Not some kind of
Dubya vowed that I was daffy to have dallied with Qaddafi,
So my eyes in shame and sorrow cast I to my palace floor.
Whats with that insane Iraqi? Dont you think thats big-time wacky,
Palling with a guy with whom Im soon to go to war,?
Quoth the princeling,
Well, Mr. Bush,
Who botched the putsch,
Who blew the coup,
If not for you?
Crashing and burning
On takeoff, isnt that just
Like the CIA?
Wealthy birth instills
Contempt in the appointed
For elected peasants.
Copyright © 2004 by Jerome Doolittle