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As old charters seemed destined for fire And the state of our nation grows dire Unless there's some hope We can toss out the dope 'snot funny to dream up satire
Now he's quacking and waddling around From a nest where no numbers go down He may have lost touch But he just seems so much Like a guy who can't wait to skip town
So the Killer of Kyoto is now free For a globally warmed cup of tea Well away from the smelly He eats crumpets in Delhi Then wipes his buns with the NNPT*
Times have changed since the '04 election Seems so many have rued their selection It's like kicking a clown Who's already face down It's just not as much fun, on reflection.
'Til the fool shoots his mouth off on TV & reminds us how dangerous he might be With his recomendations For "emergency nations" How much worse can it get? Wait and see!
*nuclear nonproliferation treaty March 2006
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There once was a fellow named Scooter Whom everyone thought was a neuter He stood up in court And pulled up his shorts Saying,"Blame it on Mr. Straight-Shooter"
On the question of who is illegal Just consult an American Eagle A busboy or shop clerk Who came here to find work, Or a president trying to be regal?
Except for the people called Indians We're a certified alien nation But look at the faces And figure what race is Our "illegal", so called, population
From the blogosphere to good ol' Knight Rider The Main Streeter to the beltway insider A big belly laugh From the master of gaffe Here he comes, the royal "decider"
In an age where everything's throw away There's got to be people who know a way
To add up the sums And throw out the bums And make this long nightmare just go away
I'm not even so sure we can reach 'em re-orient, re-set, or re-teach 'em They've caused such a mess That the answer is: Yes! We must do what we must to impeach 'em
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In the case of us vs Thomas DeLay The ground's shifted; it's now safe to say The pincer has found His place in the pound That attack dog has done had his day!
There was once an executive leaker Which is not, so it seems, like those sneakers Who leak truth to the press Of lese majesty's mess Those audacious, brave hide-and-go-seekers
There's one thing I agree with the guy Gasoline's reached a price that's too high If we pay it in blood To be spilled in the mud Is it worth all the grief that we buy?
So it goes in this wierd day and age We keep thinking we'll soon turn a page But we're well into the night With no turning in sight & who knows what is waiting off-stage?
There once was a vicious right wing Who thought they'd continue their thing Of ruling a nation With intimidation Mixed in with "of thee I sing"
Homos, illegals, and Asian bird flu Are all that's left on the right wing's menu Forget about war And prices that soar 'cause these are the things that'll get you
Now George spent the night in Bagdad Celebrating the month that he's had In his bed all alone Deep within the Green Zone Iraq doesn't seem half so bad
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