A country bound by on mans lies
another choked by his tacky ties
A cheesy smile plastered on the wall
equals soldiers smiles take the fall
His successors flaunted like the flag
and his failures stream like a blood bath plague
He's on your tv on every channel
and X'd on my t-shirt made out of flannel
His name is shoved at us with a push
his name thickly lingers, George W Bush
*Awhile ago my dad said I wrote too many dark poems, and as much as I hate to admit it, he might be kinda sorta right. But most young poets, writers etc. in a dark style. So I decided to write about a subject that I feel strongly about...that deusche bag everyone likes to call George W Bush =) *
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