This one goes out to you, Mr. President
This one goes out to you, and your wonderful regime of terror spread
enthusiastically around the world. Policing the entire planet is a tough job,
and there is no doubt in my mind that you enjoy your job and the
rewards of virtue you receive after killing millions of innocent civilians. Bursting
with honor at the tax breaks to the top
of the richest and plunging the poverty
stricken into darkness. Oh, the integrity of looking the other way while your friends
eradicate the true meaning of Global Warming.
It must be hard on the conscience to profiteer off your nation, Mr. President, you
have such an
admirable, strong resolve.
I especially enjoy your philosophy of treating your administration like a blanket.
Soothing the world to a vegetable like drone, oblivious to the surroundings. Like
an eiderdown quilt, don’t forget to tuck in the corners, for fear that Israel might
catch a cold. Singing Saddam lullabies and then smothering Iraqi babies in their
Like a petroleum induced reverie, you spill
America’s blood for oil, dousing the infidels.
Slicing freedom of speech to slivers and hiding the dirty laundry. Fighting
off hate with more hate and thus utterly eliminating any source of salvation to our
state and situation. What a wonderful world you have created. And for your hard
work and determination to drive America to it’s knees, I dedicate this one to you.
To you and your determination to infiltrate America's existance with blunders,
corruption, and deceit.
To you and your serial betrayals of the people hand in hand with credit card, drug,
banking, and energy industries.
To you and your cynical manipulation of all that is American, to your lacking
administration, to you and your Big Companies.
This one, goes out to you, Mr. President.
God Bless America.