Bush & Company

Do you have to look like that?

Undeniably, you are

Gorgeous as a movie star;

Hard to keep from gawking at

You, Johnny, and at you, too, Mitt,

And either of you might be it.

We slight your words, we gape instead

And then forget what you just said.

Unrecalled, those things you say,

Because, alas, you look that way!

Pretty poppies, red and white,

Signify the farmers' plight;

See the poppies blowing, blowing,

See the farmers sowing, sowing . . .

As some lack choice, for them there's none,

Inextricably are one---

Al Qaeda and the Taliban

And farmers of Afghanistan.

Will you turn that cell off, Rudy?

It's just another call from Judy,

While gun guys palpitate to hear,

Not a mawkish "Hello, dear,"

But some empathy for their cause

And pledges to redact some laws.

Are you a wimp? I have to say,

You may just blow the NRA.

Decider George made up his mind

That torture must be redefined

And he's prepared to take a stand

Against one more law of the land,

Since all those hapless torturees

Must be brought to their sorry knees

(But torture's something they don't do

And saying they do is just untrue).

It's no mistake that W hates

Those pesky legalized mandates.

As usual, he's sure that the flaw

is not with him, but with the law.