The Day Before Christmas

'Tis the Day before Christmas and the air smells of wassail and honey.
Most wallets are empty, but Bush keeps stealing our money.

Most credit cards are maxxed out, with creditors waiting,
To be paid for our gluttony and our bad credit rating.

The fascists are smiling, the self-assured scum,
They'd lied to the public, with more lies to come.

Bush in his stetson, and Cheney in his smirk,
Were settling down for a hard day of WORK,

When out in the country came a collective loud scream,
The people were rising up, or was this just a dream?

I turned on the TV to hear from Fox News,
Oh no, it was nothing, just Bush airing his views.

But I heard something different from CNN and NPR
They said people were tired and were opposing the war.

Words now were spoken against Bush and his tribes,
Those bastards who stole and who took all those bribes.

That set Bush to plotting a way to recover his crown
He'd hold his critics under water, hoping they'd drown.

He said it was legal, and that he had every right.
He'd checked in at Justice, they'd locked it up tight.

But the Senate had questions and the House wasn't sure
Whether Bush had good motives, and whether his motives were pure.

They acted right quickly, with applomb and good speed
To impeach and indict him and cause the bastard to bleed.

It was too bad and a shame it had taken so long
For the House and the Senate to see he was wrong.

But it finally happened, thank goodness I was still alive
To see the removal of George Bush in 2025.