"this world's full of wickedness!" bush begins to curse,
oh despicable life deny-er, throwing corpses in a hearse!
dons a flight suit, sneers at cameras,
apes across the palace floor.
amounting to a zero this one … superstitious to his core!
him cow pokin', pretzel chokin', stomps upon humanity,
with his bible thumpin' driving acts of criminality,
wide-eyed, causing crisis after crisis!

his pet peeve for loyalty routinely doth disguise
at the highest levels fools, incompetence and lies.
gutted by his gambles, the economies in shambles …
as he stomps off in a tizzy, poomf!
inside the milhouse door one can hear him shrieking,
dropping papers off of tables,

"The KING I AM The KING! Look At Me!
MISSION ACCOMPLISHED!"

claiming there's no climate change,
this asswipe stinks from end to end …
he would pound this country down to crispy sun-baked ruin!
full of strong and wrong beliefs on his loathsome witchhunts,
this star-spangled demagogue deep in fascist right-wing clouds …
petulant and arrogant in his alcoholic fog,
he's proud to be the prez (proud with a capitol pee).
buttonholing fleets of scoundrel prig bootlicker lackeys,
scowling from the war room of his bunker mussolini-like,

"All You People LISTEN UP and Give Support To ME!
My Word IS The Rule Of Law … Yes, Rule Is My God Given RIGHT!"