Puddinhead Bush Poem by Stanley Cooper

(Any similarities to persons living or dead is purely, most assuredly, intentional)

Perched atop his throne in D.C.
He believes he’s our High Holy See
As our arrogant “Decider”
More our arrogant divider
Divisive to an intolerable degree

He rules with his powerful veto
Much like Kruschev or powerful Tito
He functions wildly amok
As our lame-brain, lame duck
While eschewing our historical credo

He can’t seem to ever partake in
Admitting he’s ever mistaken
His view of reality
Has no actuality
In his judgment he’s always unshaken

His crony political appointments
Are royal political anointments
Rubber stamping cronies
Hypocritical phonies
Inevitably great disappointments

Our First Lady Laura…Librarian
Loyal to him, non-contrarian
Conflicting opinion
Is not her dominion
To her husband she’s always sectarian

Since our inept King Dubbyah’s coronation
Dark clouds hover in threatening formation
His reign bombards us with showers
Of his contemptuous powers
Drowning our free loving nation