Dimson, Dim!..an old familiar tale

(With apologies to Rudyard Kipling)

You may talk ’o drugs and booze

and elections you can’t lose

and your Congress that has sold

out all the way,

and when it comes to slaughter

of Iraqi son and daughter

there are none to rival you,

"war man" today!

 

Now is White House oval room

where you plan our nation’s doom

your cohorts guarantee our hopes

are slim...

and of all the slimey crums,

and the host of sleazy bums,

you are surely most obnoxious, Dubya-Dim!

 

Dim-son Dim!

your’e a crosseyed twirpy bugger,

Dubya Dim!

You lie all day, degrade us,

by the livin’ God that made us,

you’re inhuman, you’re foul vermin

Dubya Dim!