No Soul

by poputonian

President Bush has an urge
To go on a psychotic-fed splurge
Like back in his school-boy class
When he exploded a poor frog’s ass
He’ll fix this urge with a surge

He’s the presidential rampager
He’ll use the troops as a wager
To bet that he’s right
That it’s worth it to fight
To save his ass from the Haguer

But the president has dug up a hole
That will end the Bush family role
As the walls cave in
Where words can’t spin
To bury the man with no soul

So we’re tired of hearin’ him preach
About freedom and liberty’s reach
To the far distant land
Of oil and sand
Instead, it’s time to impeach