A Bad Eight Years Poem by Stanley Cooper

Everyone has a bad eight years, once in awhile
But some who have it, at least have it in style
Not true of Dubbyah, in a class all his own
His eight years never could enter that stylish zone

Eight year misjudgments, most inexcusable
Resulted in actions irritatingly confusible
Eight years behind the global eight-ball
Eight years historians won’t fondly recall

Hopefully one day equilibrium will return
And those eight years of Bush will cause less concern
When pre-emptive wars will be sanely out of date
A time in the future when the world can elate