I wrote this POEM for GW BUSH when he left office
This seemed like an appropriate time to recount what I wanted to say to Bush when he left office:
I’d tell you to go fuck yourself
But that is much too kind
Because if you could perform that feat
You’d take pleasure in your behind
I’d like to say eat shit and die
But you deserve much more
You should suffer all the grief and pain
Of your misbegotten war
Though I can never make you feel
Or think, or understand
I’ll take solace when you hear your name
Cursed throughout the land
From inside a lonely prison cell
Dark and bare and cold
Where every day you pay for your crimes
Till you’re sick, heartbroken, and old
And when you finally leave the earth
You fucked over oh so well
If there is a God and afterlife
You’re going straight to hell.
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