That swaggering braggart named Bush,
Again tells the world, “Kiss my tush.”
Considering a plan,
For a war with Iran,
While ignoring growing Sheehan ambush…
(six more after the fold)
They enjoy all the comforts of home,
Electronics, tech mattresses of foam,
Will leaving the X-Boxes,
Result in great poxes,
Such as veteran’s home poverty syndrome?
The City of New York has rescinded,
Its decision to deny the offended,
They’ve released the transcripts,
Of victims’ last words and quips,
This lawsuit for the truth ended splendid.
The news from Nasaf is quite drear,
Fifteen dead with no combatant veneer.
A bomb by the road,
A knee jerk lock and load,
And we tell them they’ve nothing to fear…
Roche medical did prevent scarring dimples,
But the treatment turned out not so simple.
As the company deflects,
Increased birth defects,
Accutane’s become the industry’s pimple.
Global Warming seems no longer a theory,
But Bu$hCo remains stupidly leery,
There are steps they could take,
Some hard changes to make,
But Intelligent Design makes them eerily cheery.
The MRO took an Atlas to Mars,
Amidst toasting and lighting cigars.
Its mission objective:
A human travel perspective,
Helps keep Bush off newsworthy radars…
