Every Me in America liked freedom a lot
But The Bush who lived in Crawford. ... did NOT!
The Bush hated freedom, considered it treason
The liberal democrats were always the reason
It could be his head was screwed on too far right
It could be perhaps that his briefs were too tight
But I think that the most likely reason of all
May have been that his brain was two sizes too small.
But whatever the reason, his brain or his briefs
He paced in his mansion, despising the Mes
Staring out at the nation with a sour, Bushy frown
At the debates over politics going on in the town
For he knew every Me in the country would know
How the White House election in November did go
"And they're casting their votes!" He snarled with a sneer
"Tomorrow's the day! It's practically here!"
Then he growled, with his slick fingers nervously pounding
"I MUST find some way to keep Gore's votes from counting!"
Or tomorrow, he'd see the national cheers
As we welcomed a sane leader for another four years
So he ran to the phone! to his father he called
And over the line his confusion he bawled
When he finished his crying, his father replied
"I taught you better! or Lord knows I tried,
So call up your brother, have him rig the election
And we'll get you in as the Supreme Court's selection."
What a devilish plan! What evil delight!
As his followers miscounted votes on that night
They ripped up the ballots, declared "hanging chad"
Making dictators proud and George Washington sad
The debate in the nation would rage on for years
Amid heartaches and sorrow, through much pain and tears
But Scalia and Thomas and Rehnquist declared
O'Connor and Kennedy's verdict they shared
That The Bush was the President, he'd stolen four years
The multitudes sobbed amid millionaires' cheers
And The Bush got to work on subverting our rights
While creating new wars, new conflicts and fights
How bad could it be, though? He couldn't run amuck
But eight months through his reign, a tragedy struck
September eleventh, two thousand and one
Bright the day dawned, but news darkened the sun
Planes had been hijacked, nobody knew how
And the World Trade Center would fall to the ground
Well, didn't that take the cake! The Bush went insane
And vowed that all terrorists would feel the pain
Of their victims, times over, time, times, and a half!
The world would see Bush Almighty's wrath!
He would pour out the cup of loud lamentations
No matter the outcry from the United Nations!
And the plans for Al-Qaeda Bush Almighty revealed?
The fate of these terrorists soon would be sealed
He'd target civilians, bomb innocent people
In the center of Kabul, erect a Methodist steeple
Never mind the forgiveness, forget Matthew Five
He'd strike at those terrorists and leave none alive!
But first to repress the nation he commanded
A new Inquisition of hate he demanded!
The Department of Homeland Security
An oxymoron made by morons, you see
Rumsfeld and Rice, to abolish liberties strove
With Cheney and Perle, Ashcroft, Powell, and Rove
A dozen dictators who soon would declare
That there would be scales to determine the terror!
What they meant to say was the scale's display
Was the number of rights suspended that day
They pushed through new bills and created new powers
To combat the chances of new falling towers
They arrested hundreds, detained thousands more
Suspended Miranda rights, "in time of war"
They used the fear of being attacked again
To stir up the public like sheep in a pen
Cows by the dozen! Cows to the slaughter!
Cows that would serve as great cannon fodder!
Anyone who wouldn't wear American flags
Were derided as communist terrorist fags
And anyone who spoke against Bush The Almighty
Was smited by dozens of patriots flighty
And heaven forfend you deride the regime!
You're supporting the godless terrorist scheme!
You're dividing the nation! You're making us fall!
You're using the rights that were given to all!
You're unpatriotic because you dissent
No matter what's in that old document
Called the Constitution, which we're supposed to defend
But hey! Let's abolish it! On King Bush we'll depend!
And oh, you're against us if you are not for us
And you'll feel the wrath of The Bush's chorus
Of voices and soldiers, of crying to God
For vengeance and hatred and liberties trod
The world heard this as our ultimatum:
Terrorists: y'all better drop dead or hate 'em
The Bush went on the warpath, attacked with great zeal
Lambasted the French for keeping it real
Met hatred with hatred and terror with terror
He'd show those heathens just who was in error
And then it was over, the war had been won
But The Bush wasn't finished with his bloodthirsty fun
So he fixed on a man who'd caused his family great pain
This guy in Iraq called Saddam Hussein
And so in far Baghdad the Cloned War released
Amid millions of voices who cried out for peace
The protesters marched in full force on D.C.
But The Bush wasn't swayed by the populous sea
"We're going to war!" he told all of the world
"They've got WMD, and the flag's been unfurled!
It's for all of the victims when the Trade Center fell
We owe it to them to send heathens to hell!"
So he went for Iraq, blew up plenty of folks
Amid lots of comments and "Daddy Bush" jokes
But The Bush persevered! His soldiers were loyal!
They'd give up their lives to defend Bush's oil!
They went after Basra, after Tikrit and Mosul
While Bush played the idiot to Don Rumsfeld's fool
Baghdad was toppled, the Baath party died
And Bush looked to justify his warrior's pride
"They had old WMD! Or at least they were making
New ones to use, or maybe we're faking
At the least they were looking for ways to create 'em!
Come on! It's Iraq! You've just gotta hate 'em!"
He went for my daddy ten long years ago!
I wanted to kill him, cause Dick told me so!"
So the truth was revealed, though not quite so clear
It was only revealed to those who would hear
The subtext of statements, and flip-flopping changes
From Bush The Almighty, on his cattle ranges
But it's interesting the White House hasn't defended
The number of funerals The Bush has attended
Which, if you're curious, is a big, massive zero
That's gotta make him an American Hero
He's not gone to one funeral for those soldiers of fate
Not visited one grave site for the grunts of his state
But he had time for campaigning, for gathering funds
'cause in two thousand and four, again he will run
Guess the parents and children and spouses and neighbors
Of soldiers don't give enough campaigning favors
Unlike the elite at Haliburton and Co.
Who're STILL one of The Bush's biggest givers of dough
And let's not leave out Enron, Ken Lay's little deal
He may be in jail, but continues to steal
What's next on the pad in the White House, I wonder
Guess time will but tell if The Bush has more thunder
They say that The Bush has more invasions to plan
He's working real hard to conquer Iran
And barring a change in the board of directors
Oil prices are shooting like Iraqi defectors
Oh! And what of the great Afghani freedom plan
To save the oppressed people from the Taliban?
Where has that gone? It's been trampled and trodden
Since Afghanistan doesn't have Osama Bin Laden
But hey! We'll keep searching till all of his tramps
Are safely in jail, and safely on stamps
Well, that about sums up The Bush's regime
But sadly, his war crimes are just gathering steam
Iraq wants us out! It's a battle royal!
And who can blame them? We're stealing their oil!
And we're forcing our ethics on all of their best
Forgetting that our interference started this mess
Hey, it could turn out all right, we could have a new nation
That welcomes the U.S.'s impending invasion
But stand firm, my comrades, for six months stay strong
And the day will come that we've awaited so long
On November the second, two thousand and four
We will all see The Bush ... getting kicked out the door.
-David
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