I wrote this poem while George Bush was in office. Now that his brother, Jeb, is running for President, I thought I’d post it.
I read where two line stanzas are called Couplets. So that’s my style.
I also read where poems can be any length. Edgar Allen Poe wrote poems that were pages and pages long.
Having said that, this is one of my longer poems. Some will not like it, but others will so here it is.
Like Father, like Son;
Only one, really won.
Abused alcohol, and drugs;
Now, from the people, he gets hugs.
Never the best student in class;
About as smart as a horse’s ass.
Your quotes, have made headline news;
Some wonder, if you’re still on the booze.
Offspring is just as dim;
Stupidly, they’d like to be just like him.
Daughter said, Don’t make Obama dead;
Would rather the crown, off her father’s head.
Gore won, the Popular Vote;
Brother was Governor, just a note.
Choked on a pretzel, and bumped your head;
Soft food, and a padded helmet instead.
To gain information, for hoarding;
You approved, Water Boarding.
Exposing yourself, to War Crime charges;
The arresting officers, never in, barges.
You traveled, to foreign lands;
To shake, the Saudi’s hands.
You make easy money, off of dirty oil;
While the little people, still have to toil.
You partnered, with a man named Dick;
Shot a man in the face, with just one click.
Cheney and Halliburton;
Received “Benefits”, you can be certain.
Claimed weapons, of Mass Destruction;
From your mind, was the construction.
Many soldiers are dying, all because of your lying;
Many bows are being tied, and many parents are crying.
Stayed with kids in class, when the planes hit the towers;
Showed the world, how a grown man cowers.
Didn’t go after the 9-11 culprit, Osama;
Went for the one who threatened your daddy, not your mama.
The place in history, you will go down;
The biggest, Oval Office Clown.
This war has cost billions;
You’re hated by millions.
Misled the people;
Then prayed under the steeple.
God won’t hear your prayers;
When you’ve lied, in so many layers.
There will come a day, when you pay;
It may be when, in the dirt, you lay.
And God will have the final say.