Best George Bush Poems
My small way of showing anger for this year's circus of an election process:
I recall when George Bush had to duck
a thrown shoe, or he may have got struck.
What I'd love now to see
is some dog take a pee
on that dump of a Trump. What a schmuck!
for the the Political Ordeal Poetry Contest of CT
I have a friend called Bob Beaubobble
who trains unusual pets to juggle
assorted items frequently fumbled
by freakish fish or octibumbles
This hobby made him mucha dinero
which he put in the bank ‘with interest’ to grow
but while he was filling in all of the forms
One creature escaped from under his arms
Unseen in the dark, in the bank late at night
It bypassed security through the intranet site
And juggled and gambled to its hearts content
playing with our pennies until they were spent
Red-faced officials met the press in a panic
George Bush sent more troops to Afghan and Iraq
World leaders drew circles around toxic debt
then pointed their fingers to the country that started it...
The slimy old salamander sucks his cigar
as he drives to his office in a luxury car.
CEO though all see he's a feckless axolotl
without any shame, just a shed load of bottle.
He's safe in the knowledge, while his bank has been drained
A huge bonus is scheduled to keep him retained
and cash will be pumped from the taxpayers vains
soon he’ll start things all over and gamble again.
Love Is Strange
I wish I could be the ocean: free, vast, and open, without mundane human responsibility.
Can you get me a coffee with a spoonful of magic?
The one that tastes like malt liquor, smells like honey, feels like velvet, looks like danger, and sounds like explosions caused by planes.
They say terrorists are real, but stories are made up everyday, the stories that look like America and taste like lies.
George Bush, The White House.
I don’t want to be the ocean, it’s so cold, open, and vast. Eternal,
that is all it is. Eternal.
Bae hates this land.
If we elect our next president, he, she, they will change our world for the better.
Ne me quitte pas
The red cow of Value knows trigonometry.
I went to India last summer and met Buddha, talked to Jesus, too, and he told me society was a trick.
Phil is a smart, kind, and compassionate person; he is a good friend.
This poem is published all over the world, it’s exposed the biggest lie from the rulers of the world.
I met thrilling in Italy.
It is possible for a cow to jump over the moon if the cow is strapped to rockets.
No chingues!
Every night my Vinyl player begs for me to sleep with her. She starts singing to me and before I know it, she has seduced me. Still,
Red cows bleed virtue over humans and speak trigonometry in those sleepless nights.
Goodnight.
Was not every one a child?
Joy to their mother and father
And growing up as a kid
With wonder and laughter
Then they go to school
Playing games having fun
And become a voice for others
When they don’t have one
Then some give hope to the people
Giving speeches from their tower
Then commits inhumane atrocities
When they get the taste of power
Today the worlds are full of hate
An evil that has no end
While many starves to death
For war money are spend
Men like Adolph Hitler, Robert Mugabe
George bush Jr, tony Blair, ayatollah Khomeini
Kim jong ll, idi amin, Benjamin Netanyahu
Just to name a few criminals of humanity
Pol pot murders millions in Cambodia
And the world close their eyes
The unspeakable crimes in Rwanda
Where over 500.000 people dies
I guess if the country had oil
They would have been alive today
But if you are poor nation
The United Nations looks the other way
Some kill in the name of religion
Some kills to steal your land
Some are kill by drones for just
Attending a wedding function
Hundreds of innocent are killed
By drones that they can’t see
But they are just collateral damage
But not those at Benghazi
North Korea says we have
weapons of destruction's right here
But they went to search in Iraq
Kill millions but find it nowhere
The evils of war will continue
Many more bad days still to past
More war criminals to be born
And be children playing on the grass
Many choose to cover their eyes
If it doesn't affect them, they don’t care
So while sit here writing this poem
I can’t help it but shed a tear
Pink planet, you saw me dreaming alone,
Without a dream in my heart,
Without a diamond ring of my own.
Pink planet, you knew just what I was there for,
You heard me saying a prayer for,
A diamond ring I really could care for.
And then suddenly appeared before me, the only one my arms could ever hold.
I heard somebody whisper 'hocus pocus'
But when I looked, that planet had turned to a leaky rowing boat!
Oh oh oh...
Pink planet, now I'm no longer alone,
Without a dream in my heart, without a leaky rowing boat of my own.
You better shape up,
'Cause I need a diamond ring,
And instead I got a leaky rowing boat.
You better shape up;
You better understand,
To my heart I must be true.
And this leaky rowing boat and me are through!
We go together,
Like George Bush and Bart Simpson, Like Bart Simpson and George Bush.
Remembered forever,
As condescending condescending condescending smelly-smelly boom de boom de boom.
Well - a well - a well - a huh...
Tell me more, tell me more,
Which came first
Tell me more, tell me more,
Is the leaky rowing boat a joke?
Tell me more, tell me more,
Where is my sodding diamond ring?
Dreaming dreams ripped at the seams, but oh those dreaming nights.
As Commander of the weird
Member of the phurst church of phun
An ordained member I am father and I am mother
Of the rubber chicken
Juggled between one George Bush and the other
Between camps, I break my foot,
They threw me up, North
I made some friends and begged
To be dragged around
In a wheel barrow or
A Greyhound after I stole the eighty bucks
Or eight hundred dollars for one way
Not knowing the way back
Stealing a thick book from a library in Oakland
I wasn’t running away
Snuck out the back door
To be smuggled southward in a van
Insulting a beautiful Cambodian woman in a yurt
That was not my yurt but someone else’s
Rolling around the desert with a mushroom man
Showing my butt for photographs just for a laugh
Hot Springs pool up we drive a million miles in a day
Naked women with strings show uteral decay
It’s ok, the sulfurous water cools as it moves downstream
Riding a UFO back to into the desert sands
We break into a dark secluded box
I am an elf, we know the task at hand
Exploring, we find a family is lost
So we show them the way out
Into a raging sandstorm we jump 2 stories down
Into the midst of another labyrinth
Which is much brighter
Full of people talking too loud
We walk around for the rest of the first night
Pres George Bush Junior
Or tyrant King George II?
What's the difference?
The suffering inflicted when I was George Bush
I’ll gladly take back.
This is my calling to give back to society.
Love and fulfillment are fakes, I’ll not give in
evil and good, all I can handle and take in
hard work is a fluke and a trap
to stop me from giving myself an applause.
Nature can give its all, which is why the sun is black
someone’s always telling me
to go to the nearest bank and take it all.
I love the idea because,
I just watched a spider grow to a Hippopotamus
then I realize I can take down the arm forces
to please my possibility of glory
in deliverance to mega winning lottery.
Hope I am making sense!
(This is a fictional poem)
A man came to my table and took my A1.
He jumped when I shot him with my gun.
That bullet went in the left cheek of his ass.
He dropped the A1 and shattered the glass.
When the bottle broke, the sauce was all over the floor.
That man was rubbing his butt because it was very sore.
He was extremely angry because I shot him in his tush.
I started laughing when I saw that he was George Bush.
I'll shoot anybody who takes my A1 even though it's blunt.
A1 yeah, it's that important.
Finger-tip power.
Galloping into a world of finger tip power were we no longer admire the beauty of flower,
We care more to acquire the excessive power— that same power that effaced those towers.
People falling too their deaths, others trapped and glowing red.
Hearing voices from within the furnace, a novel affording, my tears of disturbance, surface.
Never before in our progression, could the universe witness such tragedy, with such projection.
Let me ask you, who was to blame? Terrorists? Our government? …Their both the same.
Alas, we shall never know, case-close, frozen, in internet snow,
an avalanche of opposing views leaves very little to the truth.
This brings us to the point- information, rendered, void.
Just look at wikipedia if you want some proof of how accuracy has gone aloof.
It may seem human-kind is further afield, but our connection to nature, we no longer yield.
So how strong can one’s mind be? If the glare of our iPhone is all we see.
How can one really know if what he’s taught is to stop not go.
There breeds within a terminal illness, thats claiming the souls of all our realness.
George Bush can barely string a line yet we take his authority without a dash of lime.
As if we can trust a man of such stature, a puppet to the powers that inflict our fracture.
Allow me, to invite you all, open your minds to an empire, ready to fall.
How much more can we take before our laboured legs begin to break.
In a world of finger-tip power, we no longer care for the flower. We default to hide and cower because we are diddled and fleeced by that mythical power.
It is gratis,
I can help mention not saying so,
But I say and I play now this important role!
Because in Ukrainian language it means: to play,
Children can gratis all day long - anyway!
That is the same: children can play all day long,
In the supermarket in Holland in 1993:
Gratis and my friend - with big smile
Like a child
Told me the story
About free
Of charge in this new supermarket for him and his wife
It's not pity, it is Glory!
Two
Not one bottle of wine
Especially for family life:
Second bottle was gratis
And they play this game when they see it again!
And win - Oleg and Olga from Ukiraine,
Grazio, thank You, my dear George Bush
For America, for your big and very pleasant smile,
Plush
Was also the teddy bear and free
For a child, that can't help mention saying
That it is good temper not only weather now, agree
That it is our sky is mirthful not only thoughts
About gratis Christmas gifts for all those - lots
Who are on Earth but children,
And without money,
And are not happy,
But can play with weapon
And play, and win, but die,
It is not good, it is bad
To have so big enemy as Iran,
But I ask you, please, be also glad
And careful with East,
Because it is not only the credit list,
But also gratis friend of American people!
(This is a fictional poem)
My cousin discovered something embarrassing about George Bush when they
were in the men's room together.
He lied when he told Bush that he'd keep it a secret forever.
The President has a wiener that is incredibly small.
He has to use a magnifying glass when he urinates because he can't see it at all.
His wiener is so small that it makes a tootsie roll look like a broomstick.
Bush is upset because all of America knows about his tiny ####.
Now that his secret is out, his wife is getting a divorce.
My two inch wiener used to embarrass me but compared to Bush, I'm hung like a
horse.
They hated Nixon for being too formal
though he made relations with China normal
They hated Ford for pardoning Nixon
though his own future he was risking
They hated Carter for his toothy smile
though for M-E peace he went the extra mile
They hated Reagan for his patriotism
though he toppled the Berlin Wall, ending that schism
They hated George Bush Sr. for his oil wells
though they cheered him when Saddam fell
They hated Clinton for his sexual escapades
though they let him off the hook anyway
They hated Bush Jr. for his principled stands
though he took down the evil Taliban
They hated Obama for his constant preaching
And they hate Trump for Constitutional 'overreaching'
I hope Joe Biden is ready to be hated
For as the next President that's what fated
Congress is bitching again, trying to make it look like they’re doing something.
But they don’t give a damn; career politicians know it’s a scam.
But do they know this is real? And realize the power they wield?
I don’t think they care that they’re shipping kids to battlefields for a war without reasons.
And the media doesn’t care or dare to ask questions that should be hanging in the air.
Who cares…..? whatever sells more advertising time.
And is george bush high? We should probably get him tested.
Neh never mind…. Instead let’s try to get steroids out of baseball, cameras out of
football, fixes out of Bball, yeah just ignore this week at war and flip it over to sports center.
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By the Way Brian
You must realize she was the only one
I ever dreamed about or looked upon;
Was lovely lady who looked like that
Until my mind died in mortal combat.
Even though news is my love so true
And write poems never liking to re-do
For fear of my meaning being mis-used;
Me, no one would I ever have abused.
Maybe in mortal combat I didn't die;
All had been a hoax to make you cry
More and more and you kept on crying;
With Williams whose first name is Bryan.
No lying Brine, why would you do this:
Now for six months he will have to miss;
So subject aside I did decide to push;
Look for likes of guy named George Bush.
By everyone in Texas, George is deified
Even though many times may have lied
About military records and alcoholic had been
Saying he never would start doing it again.
Now with Nixon he will wait at Watergate
And wrong long 18 minutes he did hate;
Why would a politician always want to lie?
Like dirty clothes, will wash, hang out and dry.
James Thomas Horn
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