At Abu Ghraib he showed his metal And taught Genevans not to meddle Regarding clothes Worn by his foes. Regrettably the photographs His boys and girls took just for laughs Did not disclose How much Bush hates our foes. They kept forgetting That more bloodletting Is more upsetting Than mere bed wetting; That Bushie's betting That more beheading And missing hands and toes Will show Islam he can play rough And that he's made of much sterner stuff, I suppose, But who knows? Why make friends of foes? Bushie loves Guantanamos!!!
Music & Original Lyric by Cole Porter |