I decided to reprint my poem.

A FAREWELL TO BUSH
by Bud at BIRCHES

When your ass goes out the door, we truly will be gladder.
And if you never show again, it really doesn't matter.
Take your whole benighted crew,
Take your ditzy daughters, too,
Take everyone who came with you! Here, let me hold the ladder.

Pack Laura with her smarmy drawl who never gave us much relief,
And take your crooked cronies all from oil, gas and beef.
We'll wave a very fond farewell,
As you go off to Texas hell,
Glad to break the evil spell, that caused us such a grief.

Take your plutocratic pals, your bum Attorneys-Gen'ral.
The Lone Star state'll welcome them or else the Federal pen'll.
Pack up mama Barbara who
Married George and then bred you,
Take your brother Neil too, with blisters on his tendril.

Toss slippery Dick upon the load, and Condolezza Rice.
And don't forget ol' Karl Rove, who gave such bad advice.
Take your whole disgusting crew,
Take Scooter Libby off with you,
Take your wimpy doggie too; we won't remind you twice.

Don't leave behind those hypocrites who came with you in cadres.
Save lots of room for Jesus freaks, pastors, priests and padres.
The ones who preached our eardrums sore,
Then prayed our country into war,
And left us mired in guts and gore of Baghdad kids and madres.

Haul away - we pray - those holy folks who got so full of malice.
The family values 'feet-of-clay' who worshipped every phallus.
Take your jail bait Enrons,
Your diaper wearers, bathroom johns,
The water boarding neo-Cons, all back home to Dallas.

Don't write, don't call, don't send email, we want to quite forget you.
And if you want to visit us, we'll never ever let you.
Take your neo-fascist crew
Take the Skull and Bones with you,
Take your secret meetings too; we wish we'd never met you.