Tuesday, May 26, 2009

GUEST POEM BY GEORGE W. BUSH

Not many animals can make a fist.

Few have the ability to salute

With just the middle finger.

Still, it would be nice to fly

And fuck each other in trees.

But then, we'd have to get someone to open our beer.

And that's when the terr'ists win.

3 comments:

Woozie said...

Stunningly beautiful.

unokhan said...

author, author!

Doctorboogaloo said...

Woozie & Uno:

Dubya read that poem at the Lunch Counter's Open Mike Night last weekend. It was a crowd pleaser.

Seems he's been working hard on new material to put in his Presidential Library.