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On a desolate stretch in deserted Eyerax Big Mahmu and Ahab, fresh from roadside attacks, Have tried to agree on the essential fact Of who is and who isn't being Bushwhacked. So they quick compared notes so the loser won't bitch If they end up deciding they can tell which from which, But a Whacked is a Whacked is a Whacked is a Whacked And results are the same though the Whacker's half-cracked. Bush has torn them apart so they're no longer sure Who it is they hate most. Is it "Bush, The Impure"? Are they really that diff'rent? Or that selfdestructive? Can it be harem envy's proved counterproductive? Is a passion for killing behind the whole thing, Acerbated, no doubt, by excess static cling? It's especially annoying at prayers and such, The burnoose rides up, starts revealing too much. Yet both think thoughts of Allah like so many others – Think of killing each others sisters and brothers – Think Unholy Thoughts of Uncovered Mothers – Think of scimitar swallowing for Ringaling Brothers – And they both despise Bush for his incessant meddling, Constantly changing the program he's peddling. "Freedom from tyranny!" "Freedom from want!" Why's his treatment of vets proved so nonchalant? They're both on the same page now that Bush and his hacks Are detested back home like the are in Eyerax. So Ahab and Mahmu, with their honor intact, Have started to see they're both genuine Whacked. And since Bush's decree that Democracy is The freedom of choice for conducting one's biz, The only real diff'rence they've found, big surprise, Is the pref'rence each has for al-Cheney's demise. "Decapitation," says Ahab. "Off with his head!" Big Mahmu much prefers, "A slow torture instead… I'll sit on his face while you sit on Bush's. The headlines will read, "Asphyxiation by Tushes!"
Original Verse by Dr. Seuss To 'Bushie Is Doomed' To 'Bushie's Cheney' |