The Shrubbery of America - G.W Bush poem

a poem about my emotions towards George Bush

There is no justice in justice
Only a man behind a desk.
Oh how I dream and wish
That he be laid to rest.

You've bankrupt our nation
Sacrificed many of our men.
You spoke falsely of the Son
And refuse to make amends.

Though your' father lead respectively,
And showed you financial love.
In the Bush family tree
You are merely a shrub.

Please, Oh please won't you step down,
And please, please never come back around.