Monkey Business

A poem I wrote a while ago disparaging President Dubya...

Monkey Business

Someone journeyed to the jungle,
Stole the monkey from his tree,
Handed him issues to bungle,
Gave him lackeys, too, for free.

As he stumbles through the White House
Talking madness 'til he's blue
Equipped with less brains than a head louse
Misunderestimated, too.

In his youth he had a bit of fun
With drugs and DUIs
Bush Sr.'s proud-"Yes, that's my son!"
The constitution dies.

The only thing that's truly great
Is that he's gone in 2008.