Hubert Wilson - Deadeye Dick$ter Christmas

Sportin' a brand new lobbyist shot gun.
Plannin' not to be outdone.
Improvin' his huntin' and drinkin' skill.
No greater holiday thrill than to kill!

Cannot let them little birds get away.
Really feathered terrorists led astray.
Ain't no excusin' -
Sinister birds a goin' to be a losin'.
Hidin' in a big corporation bird blind -

All that drinkin' makes him and Scalia feel just find.
Noticin' strange sounds -
Deliverin' multiple rounds!

Black gun smoke cloud clears.
Unsual sight appears.
Rushin' for still another beer -
Not too concerned over riddled Santa and his dead reindeer!

Tis the season of Peace on Earth - and a whole lotta drinkin' and shootin'! (Read down from the left for the name of Dickie C's favorite drink!)

Hubert Wilson

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