Bush & Company

Outgoing President Bush, the present steward of our land, plans a sweeping anti-environment farewell.

Where danger threatens soil and air,
Water, wildlife in his care,
You'll find George W. Bush is there
To see that nothing's left to spare.

His mantra's bulldoze, mine and drill
The land that's subject to his will;
He'll serve his corporate masters till
There's little left for him to kill.

Though leaving soon, he's at it still.

Three auto heads, each in his jet,
Whose companies are in such grievous debt,
Dallying before the talks began,
Flew to D C without a plan.

Some say they should have gone by train
Or even by commercial plane,
Attache cases stuffed with schemes
Devised by able corporate teams,

Worthy of such distinguished brass,
Too good for traveling business class.

That old lame duck vice president,
Who's set so perilous a precedent
Of power unparalleled till now,
Believing in the status quo,

Who doesn't know how to let go,
Will maybe just refuse to go,
At best show some unwillingness
To turn his job over to Joe.

Who knows the infamous veep's intent?
Yet if a transfer's made somehow,
Seemingly smooth and effortless,
That's something we may never know.