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:evilfrown:I wrote this poem to express my outrage over the behavior of this administration. Feel free to copy and distribute it as I would love to see it used to oppose this scourge on our country.
BUSHWACKA
Bushwacka, bushwacka, ra ra ra Rode right in on the tails of his pa
Bushwacka, bushwacka, what do we see Thinks he represents the almighty Thee
Bushwacka, bushwacka, anything he wants Others are irrelevant; can't you hear the taunts Bushwacka, bushwacka, doesn't care Drill our land, foul our water and air
Bushwacka, bushwacka, here's the pitch Cut our programs, but there's money for the rich
Bushwacka, bushwacka, money misspent Wave the flag and crush dissent
Bushwacka, bushwacka, lies on his lips Cowboy hat and guns at his hips
Bushwacka, bushwacka, bomb Iraq Can't find no weapons but don't look back
Bushwacka, bushwacka, what a seat Sits on the throne with the world beneath his feet
Bushwacka, bushwacka, what a heist. Do you think he's the AntiChrist?
copyright © 2003, Gail L. Harmon, harmony@watchtv.net. All rights reserved. May be copied and displayed only with this notice intact. Not to be used for profit.
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