Dubya, part 2
Is it time to confess?
To redress all this mess?
Lift that weight off your chest
Prevent cardiac arrest
You’ve been blessed
No this tale isn’t rash
Not just Texan white trash
Grandpa’s brass
Blood-Stained Nazi Stash
Helped them drill for their cash
Black gold
You’ve been spoiled
Wealth has kept you well oiled
Drunk from success without toil
And now you’re embroiled
With daddy’s friends
Can’t make sense of these men
Documents that they send
Signatures to be penned
Are you at your wit’s end?
Illiterate? Consider it
Long drawl, slow wit
Words those all that you mix
Now you’re all in a fix
All in all, not too quick
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