Occasionally He Thinks
Oh! So now you're telling me
George Bush has reached his apogee
In choosing abject bonhommie
While preaching global war
For, without his jealousy,
All history's a fallacy
And when he isn't zealous, he
Embraces total war
No! My claim is far more grave
Than Bush could ever choose to crave
Unlike the way we all behave
In internecine war
That sounds like Bush, blackhearted knave,
Who passion yokes to make a slave
Throughout the land you'll hear him rave
"Just bring it on! It's war!"
Contributors: | loaf, Kevin Andrew Murphy, Apsley, Chevalier. |
Poem finished: | 20th June 2006 by Apsley. |