Ode' to George W.

Good morning Mr. Bush, what can we say?
Except please do what you have to, then be on your way!

'Cause I kinda feel sick, and have a gigantic frown,
Even since I realised your private jet had touched down

To thank and enlighten us with yet another drawn out speech,
With your gaggle of cronies keeping you far from our reach

You're in Australia now Mr. Bush, what on earth could you fear?
As our journalists have been informed not to worry 'bout bringing their gear.

Cause it's all taken care of, so please stay away,
We've bought our own people, handpicked needless to say.

Whoopsy! Almost forgot your also here for Free Trade,
However, in the words of young Zearle "Who really gets paid?"

Now I must digress Mr. Bush with little regret,
To voice my opinion on what's got me truly upset.

Way back in March when Mr. Rumsfeld told us to check out the sky,
I could have been forgiven for thinking it's the 4th of July

As you cower behind desks with the rest of your hoard,
Plotting and pillaging as though the world's your own chess board

Now I guess one of the things that pisses me most,
Is your $2,000USD dinners, which are missing the roast

Cause a drink and a hot dog will maximise your profit,
Kindly donated by BIG Corporations who piss into your pocket

It must be so lovely to reach in and find change,
The likes of which most of us can't fathom to gauge

While I have you're attention, what about Mr. Habib and David Hicks?
Surely you're keeping them locked away for your own twisted kicks

Charge them with something, or set them both free,
It saddens me to say it shouldn't be me asking if I lived in a real democracy!

Now even though, you're a 6-shootin' Texan, who publicly shows us no fear,
What about the likes of Mr. Moore as the crowds always cheer!

For the man's a true role model for celebrity status,
By simply reporting the news that does really matter!

Whilst I should leave you now Mr. Bush to maximise effect,
One more question if I may, you'd be unwise to reject

What's the go with this campaign your running fueled with disguise,
Young lads and lasses have died for their flag, and even more tragic some have taken their lives

DO NOT insult us by silently accusing them of being meek,
What on earth did you think after you told them they'd be there for one week!

So the time is up Mr. Bush, please be enough of a man,
As good old Rumsfeld just publicly, accidentally admitted the things aren’t going as planned.

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