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,
Ever since I realised your private jet had touched down.

To thank and enlighten us with yet another drawn out speech,
With your gaggle of cronie's 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 you're 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 miximise your profit,
Kindly donated by BIG Corporations whom piss in 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, more tragically 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 Mr. Rumsfeld just publicly, accidentally admitted things aren't quite going as planned!

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