If we wanted a president abhorrently decisive
We got one
If we wanted one nationally divisive
We got one
If we wanted a president who’s minus one on the Richter Scale
We got one
If we wanted a president who was absolutely guaranteed to fail
We got one
Seven years gone - a fearful one to go
We’ll soon be free
Of our “Mission Accomplished” cowboy, Mr. Gung Ho
We’ll soon be free
George Dubbyah Bush, at the end of your terms, so murky
We’ll soon be free
You’re now a lame duck, you’ve been a lame turkey
We’ll soon be free
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I would like to translate this poem
In full agreement on this.... But I'm afraid he'll go out in a gun-shooting frenzy. -chuck