Stay clear of warning signs:
A hate that's seldom pleased,--
Yes, read between the lines.
The birds that fly diseased
Across a twisted sky:
War's lust is not appeased.
No, don't believe the lie
That said the bad would lose...
While pumping gas, get high.
But harbor other views,
And not just those they push,
Alone we each must choose.
So kick him on his tush,
Elect to prune the Bush.




