Bush, he rode; Bush, he fell…

Bush, he rode.
Bush, he fell.
Off the Segway,
And straight to Hell.

The devil said, “No,
I don’t want you here.
Saddam’s on his way
The two of you is my fear.”

Back on Earth,
Bush is bored.
Again to New Orleans,
Whiskey is poured.

Bush, he rode.
Bush, he fell.
Off the Segway,
And straight to Hell.

The devil said, “No,
I’ve got no room.
Go back to Earth,
A fetus in a womb.”

Bush is small,
Month number three.
The mother is sick,
A crack-baby to be.

Bush is reborn,
No Yale legacy, this turn.
His punishment now realized,
In Hell, he’d rather burn.

Image: Salon.com

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