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How delusional to cling to the notion he's a king. Regal birth and smirky smile? Just the latter, for a while. His United Nations tries went nowhere; they, too, were lies. And that vict'ry he'd proclaim? Premature and down the drain. What will Bushie's New Year bring? More reminders he's no king. Once the highest in The Guard; too lost for a St. Bernard. Late to kick Auld Demon Rum; bought religion and then some. Veiled intentions Rove could see – dumb unholy trinity – Cheney, Rummy, who attest he whose strings they pull's the best, Yet Bush New Years quickly bring more reminders he's no king. Childish dreams of glory lie with the premise more must die To achieve his quest for oil ere the rest see native soil. Rise to vote the dummies out; vote against more king-like clout. Stay all plans to stay the course of that rear end of a horse Lest all Bushie New Years bring more reminders he's no king.
Music by Felix Mendelssohn |