Just go quietly George when November dismembers your powerless postulating.
You're yesterdays bad news, *"Where's your crown King nothing!"
As a Commander-In-Grief you forged wars from speculation unfounded,
you promised us the world, and then stole it from over 4,000 lives.
You mocked global warming as you torched deserts, but never quite hit
the one man that needed to be exterminated quickly, but who lives on.
You touted big business, while the economy went into the toilet,
as downsizing and outsourcing strip-mined America, and it's people,
Fill up your limo with four dollar and fifty cent a gallon gas when it's time to go,
haul your sorry butt back to Crawford Texas, where you'll bask in vast oil stock riches.
Author notes
* My favorite lyric from Metallica that fits ol' dumbya bush to a tee.
A contest entry
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625 points, ended May 24, 2008, 10 entries
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Comments
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Wonderful
Very well done. best of luck in the contest.
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Bravo! Such a serious topic written in such a humourous fashion, but the sting is certainly there!
Wonderful write.
All the best with this
Gaylene
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lolol I like ya style and sadly the humor of it..because its really no laughing matter! Love, C
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