Bush, the ecologist, Acting like a proctologist, Is sticking it to them with glee. Most any optometrist Or opthalmologist Would see and then quickly agree. To allow coal pollution For a mere contirbution, Shows a lack of concern for the lives Of the miners who gave him The five votes that saved him From a job packing chutes for skydives. West Virginia's miners, Those George Bush enshriners, Aided of course by Judge Thomas, Were looking for work When along came a smirk With what sounded to them like a promise. But midst mine owner revels He proposed coal-dust levels That would bring them significant wealth, But more black-lung disease For his brave devotees Whose votes bought them jobs but not health. There's a moral of course: Please consider the source And who is he really sweet-talking? Will the rules he will loosen, That sound so seducin', Fill your lungs and/or his Christmas stocking? Bob Carlson |