Monday, November 3, 2008

November 3rd, and a Rhyme of a Rant

either way, one more day
and George W. Bush is going away
we've had our fill of him and dick
I'd have rather had 8 more inches
of Cinton's wandering prick

gone will be Condie
and her demonic eyes
Laura the plastic
her see thru disguise

they humped us
they pumped us
they filled us with terror
when I voted for them
I made a huge error

so good-bye mental midgets
I bid you good riddance
pray to your god
and ask for his penance

I hate the word hate
and dread thought of rhyme
maybe now we can gain face
it's gonna' take a long time

so I raise a salute to you
with only one finger
you deserve nothing more
on this thought I'll linger

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