This war is all about control
Of oil then, so it seems?
´Tis more than that: but now the whole
Fabric of fancy dreams
Has gotten smeared in all the gunk,
An oil-rag now the flag as dunk
Within a vat–so men have drunk
Of hubris in extremes.

It´s good so many drop the mask
Of falsehood, growing frantic–
“What was the cause,” so one may ask,
“Was it some high romantic
Vision of joy and doing good,
Of apple pie and motherhood?”
Oh no, they have it understood
As rather more pedantic.

“Because I want an endless room
In which to drive–vroom vroom vroom vroom–
And plastic products to consume,
The rest, alas, I have to doom:
Iraqis had a pleasant home
Now trashed as vandals went to Rome–
Thar´s oil in them thar hills! In chrome
I plan to build a pleasure dome.”
(By which is meant a superdome,
A fancy sporting stadium,
Could anything yet be more dumb?)

Pro wrestling is not a sport, its avant-garde theatre, and it mimics politics and is a lot more honest too.