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Without a trace, he's not been found. He craved his CO2. But now he's lost, most likely drowned. God bless George Dubble-U. The glacier's that "won't melt," we fear, Ignored his jeers and did. The oceans rose where Bushie dwelt. Into their depths he slid. His Lord, he cried, had promised him That he'd get out in time. He could cut brush, but couldn't swim, Nor could he mountain climb. Those many lies that he'd survive – Those horrors he'd create – Why couldn't Rove somehow contrive To film Bush as live bait? ––– Organ Interlude ––– The whale that ate our president Declines to cough him up. Was Jonah not a precedent? Must failures now 'fess up?
Music - Traditional To 'Bushie's Environmental Policy' |