ode to georgie

there once was a prez who got to go to yale

his blood was blue, his world-view stale.

when the saudis brought down the world trade towers

prez sent the king of that country a bouquet of flowers.

and then, when osama slipped into pakistan

prez made saddam insane the big bad evil man.

stayed up late one night boozin and smokin crack

told vice in the mornin', "hey, dick, let's invade iraq!"

from his ranch in texas he had phone sex with condi

wearin nuthin but cowboy boots and wavin his wandi.

little georgie was big now, had the lord on his side

and so what if tens of thousands had suffered and died?

the oil is yours, god told prez in a dream

you're on the all-powerful self-righteous team.

prez rubbed his hands together and swelled out his chest

and thanked the almighty for giving him this test.

so okay, of late prez has taken it on the chin

we no longer see that smirk he thinks is a grin.

but just cause prez has been kicked in the can

don't think for a second the fool won't invade iran!