To create, so I read, a sense of futility
in uncooperative detainees,
the damned souls of Gitmo are played
non-stop Britney Spears.
Noriega, narcokleptic bum,
blasted by I fought the law,
funk rock classic at Arctic volume,
surrendered to his supplier.
It’s good to know Michael Jackson,
Geldorf, Boy George, Bono & Jagger,
are always available to torture
America’s enemies into line.
So might the inquisition’s Torquemada
have finally convinced the Jews
not with wheel, rack and thumbscrew
but twenty-four/seven Madonna.