The Demystification of Henry Kissinger

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Let’s take a stroll
Down memory lane
With a bon vivant,
A Nobel laureate,
A major player on the world stage.
(Polonius hides behind the arras.)

If Machievelli advised
That a good man must be bad
In order to survive
Among the other bad men,
Then what must a bad man do?
(Polonius hides behind the arras.)

Whether it was teaching
Graduate seminars at Harvard
On “Fungible Morality,”
Or writing the screenplay
For Dr. Strangelove….
“Nein!” Dr. Kissinger screamed.

Who is Henry aka Heinz the K?
No, he is not the Antichrist, no.
No, he is no pedophile, no.
Yes, he is a jet-set swinger, yes.
Remember ugly little Rumpelstiltskin?
He could also spin straw into gold.

Americans love their sick men
A little colder than ichthyology.
“Nein!” Dr. Kissinger screamed,
“Power is the ultimate aphrodisiac.”
Remember ugly little Rumpelstiltskin?
He could also spin straw into gold.

Whether you are a good man in a bad place,
Or a bad man in a good place,
Life can be (fill in the blank) if you are a whore.
“Heinz, spiele nicht mit Dir selbst!
Spiele nicht mit deinem kleinen Wurm!”
A good German mother screamed.

Heavy on top, too much gray matter.
Hand as claw, unhealthy in his robes.
Looking good on paper,
This anonymous author,
Making a virtue of his particular vice,
Writes in someone else’s blood.

You can come in now. We’re through killing.
You can come out now. We’re through killing.
Come out, come out, wherever you are.
Where is Cambodia?
Let’s look on the map, class.
Now let’s ask our viewing audience.

Oh a little ass-kissing never hurt anybody.
“Moreover…moreover…”
…But first let’s define “fungible morality.”
Tres utile. Tres Utile. Tres utile.
“If you prick us, do we not bleed?”
“Nein!” Dr. Kissinger screamed.