The President Wheels

By Hank Edson

Mr. Bush, in your politics
You have so much flash ~
Do you have a clear image?
Can you make out one thing
You have done that is definite?
Do we all stand stunned?
And where is all our cash?
And why is so much ruined?!

My uncouth objections
Will ruffle in your flag
Rest upon lies and the dead
With valiant dedications.
Mr. Bush, your monument
Has taken from our planet
A fortune you controlled
And rest beneath the stone wheel
Of de-evolution.

And what will you do now
With your oil but burn it?
What wouldn't you pollute?
Go to the wheel and turn it.
Oh, Mr. Bush, do not groan;
You are always talking trash!
Do you lead what you don't know?
Or do you dance upon the doomed?!

Copyright © Hank Edson 2007