As the patriot I am
I salute you, Uncle Sam
All the good you did for this nation
All the good you did for this land

As the optimist I am
I elect you, Dear Bush
All the promises you have given us
We wait for your progressive push

While the honest beads inside me
Bubble and fizzle with fear
The outcome of this spinal war
Is dreadfuly faulty and clear

I have lost track of date and time
Of day – of month – of year
Be you hanged by thy neck
George dear

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