Fruitless War

Our lamb has finally flashed his mane. Crashing through the Bush into the Armageddon plane. Tail twitching slashing fangs. He's going to liberate a people shrouded in our blood. Clean up those weapons of mass destruction. Make an oasis out of glass oasis theology. That open palm has turned into a fist...on a dime...on a dollar. Over the top of a barrel of sweet crude oil. To prove you're not a ***** like those tea partiers think you are. You're the lion president, feeding our enemies. While our children go hungry. It's been a hot summer, did you know our schools don't have air conditioning. but I'm getting off topic.... Fruitless war your biggest blunder...to date leaky intelligence trigger finger eagle eyed bombs charring children lamb to lion on a dime on a dollar. Over the soul of a barrel of bittersweet crude... Now I'm probably Censored for speaking against your wishes. I could give a *hit. Let the truth clear your opaque transparencies... The pinkies are laughing hysterically. Tea anybody?