Dear Mr. President,
did you forget that we're in a war?
Dear Mr. All-American,
do you think popularity polls are a bore?
Dear Mr. Elite,
who did you step on to get to the top?
Dear Mr. #1,
or did you think it was a skip, jump and a hop?

Dear Mr. George on the Hill,
did you have a fun vacation in Texas?
Dear Mr. Georgie-Boy,
did you build up a fence to keep out the Mexicans?
Dear Mr. Dubya,
can you please hire a better speechwriter?
Dear Mr. College Drop-Out,
avoided the National Guard so you wouldn't have to be a fighter?

Dear Mr. Your-Time-Is-Up,
do your friends tell you that you're the shit?
Dear Mr. Figurehead,
do you know your national speeches give us the fits?
Dear Mr. Over-The-Hill,
did your brother get you to your job?
Dear Mr. Lame Duck,
when you leave, don't bother listening to a sob.

Dear Mr. There's-White-Under-Your-Nose,
how can a man with so little, do so much?
Dear Mr. Three-Word-Conversationalist,
did you think that you were the best of the bunch?
Dear Mr. Phonecall-Politics,
did your daughters get caught in another drinking binge?
Dear Mr. Misunderstatement,
when you talk, it makes the whole nation cringe...

Dear Mr. Send-Off,
please let the door hit you on your way out.
Dear Mr. Conservative's Conservative,
can you ponder what this is all about?
Dear Mr. I'm-Another-Fake-Cowboy,
can you tell us that one about a balanced budget again?
Dear Mr. Talks-From-Both-Sides-Of-The-Mouth,
do we have the money for a $10 billion a month war plan?

Dear Mr. Daddy's-Boy,
did he tell you to take care of all the trash?
Dear Mr. Dynasty,
where were you when the Stock Market crashed?
Dear Mr. Let's-Rape-The-Planet,
oil's good, earned by all our soldier's blood and sweat.
Dear Mr. The-Economy's-Good-And-Strong,
I'm just glad that we have never met.

When your vacationing in Texas,
or your calling Rome;
know I never voted for you,
that I'm never at home.

You've sent me overseas,
on a guess and a lie;
I'm stuck here in the desert,
holding on while other soldiers die.

Bent to the point of breaking,
you fisticuff all your father's foes;
do we have the numbers for another conquest,
or will you compact all our woes?

Now that your time is over,
now that your second term is up;
do your fellows respect you,
or do they all want to throw up?

The nation isn't strong,
it's worse off than when you started;
downhill on the express elevator straight to hell,
on the backbones of grieving families, broken-hearted.

Tell me that one about the good of all,
about how we're needed;
so tired of being gone months at a time,
do our children remember us at all?

In a country not stable or secure,
am I talking Iraq, or America?
going further down the spiral,
I feel sorry for your successor...

I feel like I'm living in the time of the Madness of King George.
I feel like I'm living more in this country than my nation of brith.
I feel like sensible politics had died, along with reasoned democracy.
I feel like when I'm back, nothing would have changed but a name and a face.

12/09/2007