Iraqis & Kielbasa

Good Iraqi civilian,
On mule-back to work;
Must dodge all the bullets,
To be a good clerk.

Bedazzled by white man,
In fatigue and pale tank;
With howitzer poundin',
Eyes glazed over & blank.

What is the meaning!
Hollers pasty cleric in black,
Im calling my militia,
No-teefs & headsacks.

Death to infidel!
Says the man in the street;
Who behind him is trailing,
Mujahideen packin' heat.

Downward is upward,
And upward is down;
Morgues stacked 10 deep,
Someone send in the clown.

Knife drawn from scabbard,
Chew off hostage head;
Spit out into fingers,
Place head on the dead.

Iraqis do not worry,
Do not fret or pull fatwa;
Uncle Sam's here to help,
With his allies and kielbasa.

(who farted?)