You’re A Mean One, Mr. Dubya

You’re a mean one, Mr. Dubya.
You make baby pigs squeal,
you make paraplegics kneel.

You’re the bad banana
you tease starving children with.
You’re a monster, Mr. Dubya.

You’re a foul one, Mr. Dubya.
Compared to you skunks are sweet perfume,
better to sniff those we exhume.

You’re a vile one, Mr. Dubya.
Death rays come out of your fake smile, punk,
condemning the troops to stink, stank, stunk.

You nauseate us, Mr. Dubya.
Only your offspring have anything to sing
as they eat your unwashed socks and call it bling.


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