David SmithWhite

(270552 / Australia)


If Georgy gives the OK;
then that's OK with me.
His charms are glib and folksy,
yet, he rules by high decree.

If Georgy gives his OK;
that makes him like a king.
He does the boogie-woogie,
and keeps tabs on everything.

If Georgy says it's OK;
he can't break no law.
The people gave him fiat,
and now he knocks in doors.

If Georgy gives his OK;
then surveillance is the key.
We only pledge to torture
in, extreme emergencies.

If Georgy says it's OK;
like me, he talks to god.
And god himself has told me,
that he's given George the nod.

If Georgy gives the OK;
then that's OK with me.
I do a hokey-pokey,
and fall upon my knee.

If Georgy says it's OK;
then that's all right with me.
This asylums' full of madmen,
and he's atop the tree!

Submitted: Wednesday, May 17, 2006

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