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Poetry for the Bush Years

The True Character of George W. Bush**

"You're Pathetic"*

You’re utterly pathetic
You meaningless little shit
You are an irrelevant, little putz
With silly irrational impractical dreams
Illogical goals, what few there really are
Passing recklessly through life’s path
Leaving a trail of destruction
Lacking any semblance of empathy for
The multitude of innocent victims behind you.
Yet it is you who merits the pity
Being devoid of social value.
But in possessing so horrid a personality
Only loathing for you is possible.
Disgust.
Pity at best.
You drench the compassion of all
With such attitudes and behaviours
Such absurdly obvious selfishness
That no one can stand being with you.
Everyone ends up hating and disrespecting you.
Using you as their example of a fool.
An asshole.
A really stupid prick.
And people do talk about you.
And what a stupid prick asshole you are.
Everyone you know despises you.
Not just because of your obstinance
Yammering on despite all facts.
But mostly you are hated
For being an all~around dumbass.
Your mother wanted to abort you.
And so do we.
Right now.
We just want you gone.***

~~~~

About Poppy Bush, George H. W. Bush ~ The Antichrist**

"The Great Deceiver"*

I am the great deceiver
the mighty fog maker
and laugh at them
that think they know me.
HA!
Fools
little minds
peons
crawl inside this skull
and you'll find
infinity.

~~~~

Bush, Junior:  The 'Herr' Apparent ~ The 'Profit' of the Antichrist**

"Family Secrets"*

I’m a restless lad itching
and I never question my instinct.
But I fear my instinct
and its evil ways
I know the road I'm choosing
I pick the route
I hold the reins
I lead the pack
to Armageddon
all that matters
is protect the herd
guard the fold
prosper forever.
I know what I have to do.
what I must do
and I will do it
but you will never know.

~~~~

George W. Bush:  My Behaviour in Childhood & Adulthood **

"The Ruler"*

A creature cries out in pain.
I make him scream again.
Then we smile, widely.
He in death, me in life,
and I recommence with his friend.
I am cruel, savage, mean.
I mix potions, drink blood, laugh freely.
Picking my teeth with the bones
of newborn kittens, chewy,
tasty, I smile.
I am evil. Evil. EVIL!!!
Heh heh, Yes.
EVIL
LIVE
EVILA
ALIVE
I am EVILA the ALIVE.
Living at others' expense,
whose pain strengthens me.
And I have great strength.

**As a child, Georgie used to torture & kill small animals.  As an adult, Georgie has & continues to kill innocent children & adults in order to achieve the agenda of the ultra right wing republican, hypocritical, unchristian coalition.**

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George W. Bush:  When I Grow Up I Want to be....**

"Criminal By Choice"*

I'm a criminal by choice
I choose to steal
lie, cheat, kill
to better my position
the hunter
hungry.
Indiscriminate?
No.
hyper~discriminate, fastidious, finicky
excessively careful
so I don't get caught
and I never get caught
cuz I slink in the shadows
waiting to pounce
where least expected
unnoticed
slither in, snatch, and quietly move on
when no one is looking.
The Vanishing is my doing.
Much has vanished.

~~~~

About Me, Frat Boy, George W. Bush **

"Fear Me"*

I used to be a snow white sugar cube, radiating purity and fancying horses.
But now I slither down 46th Street, nodding at acquaintances and distributing my wares.
I embody rebellious corruption.

I used to be a faithful, staunch American bald eagle, treating my girlfriend like the Queen.
But now my girls think I'm Sammy from L.A. and they smile as though I'll be back again.
I exist to dissuade virtue.

I used to be the young, idealistic priest in Kansas looking up to the authoritative pope.
But now I chamber a round and crotch the pipe as the fuzz approaches my window.
I am my only authority.

I used to be the white virgin lamb from Idaho, innocently and naively peering over the edge of a cliff curiously.
Now I'm the huge, evil, scraggly, drooling, black~haired wolf feasting greedily on all sheep and throwing shepherds off the cliff.
I was ignorant, clean and saintly; now I walk knowingly in the dark sweet world of Evil.

I lavish in utterly rebellious self~serving anarchy and corruption.
I am death with a sneer. I am Armageddon.
I am your worst nightmare.
Wait and dread and fear.
I approach from the Dark.

~~~~

George H. W. Bush & George W. Bush:  How We Stole the Election & How to Start a War (or How We Always Get What We Want)**

"I Have The Gall"*

The twisted means to achieve my ends
Bringing pain to the innocent in this selfish quest
It saddens me
Hardens me
Where do I find such strength
To overlook the horror
Dismiss it
Restraining the conscience
Determined to succeed
Regardless the consequences
Heavy risk
High reward
Such temptation is not lightly denied
Must taste the dessert dishes
Sample the cuisine
And do what others cannot.

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Bush, Junior Shows How Grateful He is to His Poppy Bush**

"The Trade"*

As we left the theatre,
An old man in torn, filthy clothes
called over to me.
With steaming breath reeking of cheap booze,
he hissed, "Son,
you killed me for eight lines of poetry and a fat joint."
I laughed, handed him a dollar, and replied,
"That's all you were worth, Dad."

~~~~

 George W. Bush:  A Self~Review**

"Prison of Conscience"*

I walk in and sit down
Prepare myself
And look through the glass
You stare back into my eyes
As I stare into yours
Blue~greenish, kinda grey
I focus on your eyes.
Your ice cold eyes.
Amazed at the façade you can assume
An impenetrable veil
Giving away nothing to the viewer
Except for me
I see right through your eyes
You look so unassuming
Not innocent so much as upright. Dutiful.
Unlikely to transgress so completely
I ask you how you could do these things
How can you rationalize such extremes
You deserve whatever consequences descend upon you
And yet you're so calm, relaxed even
You say you regret the necessity for such measures
But that given the circumstances,
You did what you had to do.
You'd do it all again
Your enemies were self~deluded fools,
weak yet irritating
And they threatened you and your family
Like mosquitoes with malaria
I ask about regrets
You feel very badly about the innocent casualties
War is such a tragedy for everyone, you say.
You describe feeling real fear
A most unpleasant sensation
Disappointment and horror
Joy at resolution. Winning.
and being tired
so very tired.

~~~~

George H. W. Bush & George W. Bush:  Yes, We Have No Consciences**

"I Move Without My Shadow"*

I got a few tricks up my sleeve
I'm not without guile and gall
plenty of gall
without morals to impede me
I walk the tightrope of silence and solitude
I move without my shadow.

~~~~

George W. Bush:  Confession of the Resident Chief Thief**

"Catch Me If You Can"*

I could get arrested for a serious offence right now.
I am currently committing a felonious crime.
I am in grand violation of the law
and there's something highly appealing in that.
But I'm good. Oh so good.
Good enough to avoid detection
to melt in
like anybody, everybody
I am nobody to no one
except of course to me
he who knows the truth of it all
of what I have done
and what I'm up to right now
why I'm about what I'm about
up to no good
or all good
from this perspective
the only relevant perspective
with my only critical restriction
being the avoidance
of getting caught.

~~~~

Bush, Junior Bestows Additional Thanks on His Poppy Bush**

"Padre"*

I can see the hate in your eyes, old man
rabid with envy for youth you pissed away;
time, opportunity,
lost forever.
And I savour your self~hatred
the frustration, the humiliation of your impotence
facing irreversibly that which cannot change.
So stare at me then with your fading eyes,
my weak worn~out obsolete old man.
It's our turn now.
Time for you to go.***

~~~~

A First Poem by the Dishonourable George W. Bush,
The Resident of the USA

I think we all agree

The past is over.

This is still a dangerous world.

It's a world of madmen

And uncertainty

And potential mental losses.

Rarely is the question asked:

Is our children learning?

Will the highways of the Internet

Become more few?

How many hands

Have I shaked?

They misunderestimate me.

I am a pitbull on the pant leg

Of opportunity.

I know that the human being

and the fish

Can coexist.

Families is where our nation

Finds hope

Where our wings take dream.

Put food on your family!

Knock down the tollbooth!

Vulcanize* Society!

Make the pie higher!

Make the pie higher!

More and more of our imports

Are from overseas.

*American spelling ~ At least Cheney knows some big words despite their incorrect usage.

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"Somebody Blew Up America"

They say its some terrorist,
some barbaric
A Rab,
in Afghanistan
It wasn't our American terrorists
It wasn't the Klan or the Skin heads
Or the them that blows up nigger
Churches, or reincarnates us on Death Row
It wasn't Trent Lott
Or David Duke or Giuliani
Or Schundler, Helms retiring

It wasn't
The gonorrhea in costume
The white sheet diseases
That have murdered black people
Terrorized reason and sanity
Most of humanity, as they pleases

They say (who say?)
Who do the saying
Who is them paying
Who tell the lies
Who in disguise
Who had the slaves
Who got the bux out the Bucks

Who got fat from plantations
Who genocided Indians
Tried to waste the Black nation

Who live on Wall Street
The first plantation
Who cut your nuts off
Who rape your ma
Who lynched your pa

Who got the tar, who got the feathers
Who had the match, who set the fires
Who killed and hired
Who say they God & still be the Devil

Who the biggest only
Who the most goodest
Who do Jesus resemble

Who created everything
Who the smartest
Who the greatest
Who the richest
Who say you ugly and they the goodlookingest

Who define art
Who define science

Who made the bombs
Who made the guns

Who bought the slaves, who sold them

Who called you them names
Who say Dahmer wasn't insane

Who? Who? Who?

Who stole Puerto Rico
Who stole the Indies, the Philipines, Manhattan
Australia & The Hebrides
Who forced opium on the Chinese

Who own them buildings
Who got the money
Who think you funny
Who locked you up
Who own the papers

Who owned the slave ship
Who run the army

Who the fake president
Who the ruler
Who the banker

Who? Who? Who?

Who own the mine
Who twist your mind
Who got bread
Who need peace
Who you think need war

Who own the oil
Who do no toil
Who own the soil
Who is not a nigger
Who is so great ain't nobody bigger

Who own this city

Who own the air
Who own the water

Who own your crib
Who rob and steal and cheat and murder
and make lies the truth
Who call you uncouth

Who live in the biggest house
Who do the biggest crime
Who go on vacation anytime

Who killed the most niggers
Who killed the most Jews
Who killed the most Italians
Who killed the most Irish
Who killed the most Africans
Who killed the most Japanese
Who killed the most Latinos

Who? Who? Who?

Who own the ocean

Who own the airplanes
Who own the malls
Who own television
Who own radio

Who own what ain't even known to be owned
Who own the owners that ain't the real owners

Who own the suburbs
Who suck the cities
Who make the laws

Who made Bush president
Who believe the confederate flag need to be flying
Who talk about democracy and be lying

Who the Beast in Revelations
Who 666
Who know who decide
Jesus get crucified

Who the Devil on the real side
Who got rich from Armenian genocide

Who the biggest terrorist
Who change the bible
Who killed the most people
Who do the most evil
Who don't worry about survival

Who have the colonies
Who stole the most land
Who rule the world
Who say they good but only do evil
Who the biggest executioner

Who? Who? Who?

Who own the oil
Who want more oil
Who told you what you think that later you find out a lie

Who? Who? Who?

Who found Bin Laden, maybe they Satan
Who pay the CIA,
Who knew the bomb was gonna blow
Who know why the terrorists
Learned to fly in Florida, San Diego

Who know why Five Israelis was filming the explosion
And cracking they sides at the notion

Who need fossil fuel when the sun ain't goin' nowhere

Who make the credit cards
Who get the biggest tax cut
Who walked out of the Conference
Against Racism
Who killed Malcolm, Kennedy & his Brother
Who killed Dr King, Who would want such a thing?
Are they linked to the murder of Lincoln?

Who invaded Grenada
Who made money from apartheid
Who keep the Irish a colony
Who overthrow Chile and Nicaragua later

Who killed David Sibeko, Chris Hani,
the same ones who killed Biko, Cabral,
Neruda, Allende, Che Guevara, Sandino,

Who killed Kabila, the ones who wasted Lumumba, Mondlane,
Betty Shabazz, Die, Princess Di, Ralph Featherstone,
Little Bobby

Who locked up Mandela, Dhoruba, Geronimo,
Assata, Mumia, Garvey, Dashiell Hammett, Alphaeus Hutton

Who killed Huey Newton, Fred Hampton,
Medgar Evers, Mikey Smith, Walter Rodney,
Was it the ones who tried to poison Fidel
Who tried to keep the Vietnamese Oppressed

Who put a price on Lenin's head

Who put the Jews in ovens,
and who helped them do it
Who said "America First"
and ok'd the yellow stars

Who killed Rosa Luxembourg, Liebneckt
Who murdered the Rosenbergs
And all the good people iced,
tortured, assassinated, vanished

Who got rich from Algeria, Libya, Haiti,
Iran, Iraq, Saudi, Kuwait, Lebanon,
Syria, Egypt, Jordan, Palestine,

Who cut off peoples hands in the Congo
Who invented Aids
Who put the germs
In the Indians' blankets
Who thought up "The Trail of Tears"

Who blew up the Maine
& started the Spanish American War
Who got Sharon back in Power
Who backed Batista, Hitler, Bilbo,
Chiang kai Chek

Who decided Affirmative Action had to go
Reconstruction, The New Deal,
The New Frontier, The Great Society,

Who do Tom Ass Clarence Work for
Who doo doo come out the Colon's mouth
Who know what kind of Skeeza is a Condoleeza
Who pay Connelly to be a wooden negro
Who give Genius Awards to Homo Locus
Subsidere

Who overthrew Nkrumah, Bishop,
Who poison Robeson,
who try to put DuBois in Jail
Who frame Rap Jamil al Amin, Who frame the Rosenbergs,
Garvey,
The Scottsboro Boys,
The Hollywood Ten

Who set the Reichstag Fire

Who knew the World Trade Center was gonna get bombed
Who told 4000 Israeli workers at the Twin Towers
To stay home that day
Why did Sharon stay away?

Who? Who? Who?

Explosion of Owl the newspaper say
The devil face cd be seen

Who make money from war
Who make dough from fear and lies
Who want the world like it is
Who want the world to be ruled by imperialism and national
oppression and terror violence, and hunger and poverty.

Who is the ruler of Hell?
Who is the most powerful

Who you know ever
Seen God?

But everybody seen
The Devil

Like an Owl exploding
In your life in your brain in your self
Like an Owl who know the devil
All night, all day if you listen, Like an Owl
Exploding in fire. We hear the questions rise
In terrible flame like the whistle of a crazy dog

Like the acid vomit of the fire of Hell
Who and Who and WHO who who
Whoooo and Whooooooooooooooooooooo!

Copyright (c) 2001 Amiri Baraka. All Rights Reserved.

These poems were not written with George W. Bush in mind
but they certainly do fit him.
Poetry is Courtesy & Copyright of Lobo Aru ~ an American Poet ~
My Sincerest Thanks, Lu, for Your Gracious Generosity.    

*Poet's Titles & His Poetry was NOT written for the Bush Klan.

**Webmaster's Titles

***word changed for obvious reasons ~ just think about why ~
(original word was d_ _).

*Bush, Jnr.