Dubya’s God

Dubya’s God
came by today
accompanied

by the Secret Service.
He wanted
to know

why I’ve
been making
so much fun

of Dubya
lately.
And I told him

"What’s it to ya?"
Angrily he said unto me,
"Well, Dubya

sits on
my right hand!"
And I said,

"Tell him
to get off of it,
you dummy!"

God and the Secret Service
agents got in their Suburban
and left.

But they took
my computer
and my sense of humor.