Gedichte von Donald Rumsfeld

Yippee! I'm a poet, and I know it
Hope I don't blow it.

The Unknown
As we know,
There are known knowns.
There are things we know we know.
We also know
There are known unknowns.
That is to say
We know there are some things
We do not know.
But there are also unknown unknowns,
The ones we don't know
We don't know.

Happening
You're going to be told lots of things.
You get told things every day that don't happen.

It doesn't seem to bother people, they don't-
It's printed in the press.
The world thinks all these things happen.
They never happened.

Everyone's so eager to get the story
Before in fact the story's there
That the world is constantly being fed
Things that haven't happened.

All I can tell you is,
It hasn't happened.
It's going to happen.

A Confession
Once in a while,
I'm standing here, doing something.
And I think,
"What in the world am I doing here?"
It's a big surprise.

Glass Box
You know, it's the old glass box at the-
At the gas station,
Where you're using those little things
Trying to pick up the prize,
And you can't find it.
It's-

And it's all these arms are going down in there,
And so you keep dropping it
And picking it up again and moving it,
But-

Some of you are probably too young to remember those-
Those glass boxes,
But-

But they used to have them
At all the gas stations
When I was a kid.

Clarity
I think what you'll find,
I think what you'll find is,
Whatever it is we do substantively,
There will be near-perfect clarity
As to what it is.

And it will be known,
And it will be known to the Congress,
And it will be known to you,
Probably before we decide it,
But it will be known.

Wo mag der Tod mein Herz lassen?
Wo in Bagdad
Die feindlichen Panzer im Rücken des Ministers auftauchen,
Erhebt hier
Die abendländische Geistesgeschichte ihr Haupt.
Es erhebt sich Europa