So long then GDubya,
Man of Words,
some of them coherent,
as you wing your merry way to Crawford
to make a cuppa
for the missus,
having given us your departure ramble
down a memory lane
littered by regrets
and the burnt remnants
of a million dead people
who would be alive
were it not for you....

So long to those cosy press calls
where all the journalists,
seem to be called Mike.
How it fair brings a tear to my eye
to see you reminisce so fondly on your era,
as though the chaos you caused,
is all perfectly normal.
We hear you George,
as you apologise for Katrina,
for the complete and unforgiveable lack
of WMD's,
and the banner you held
which said it was all over.
You managed to catch Saddam,
but Bin Laden remains....
are unconfirmed
and The War Against Terror
made T**T's out of us all
because we let you fool us
and retire
unimpeached.

How much 'fun' did you have
in that big ol' Whitehouse
on a daily basis,
while people lost their lives
because of you?
Was it a 'blast',
to be in charge
of all those lovely guns
and silly old laws,
so much so,
you felt an overwhelming need
to fire them both?
It was a barrel of laughs for the rest of us
believe me

And now, as you sidle away
on the cloven feet of your effort
leaving a pretty patsy to
try to avert
the final countdown you initiated,
I wish you well,
dear GW,
as you wished Obama well,
with a tiny snigger,
because you really can't be blamed,
with yer downhome style
and yer ten gallon goof bucket
for letting the bad guys
tell you what to do.
That was,
after all,
why they let you have the job.

So get gone pardner,
and don't look back,
sad you may be
and full of regret
for all the things
you couldn't mess up
but fear not, lest ye feel the need to return,
rest assured,
we'll be suffering the fallout from your reign
well into the annals of history
and the stink,
may never wash off.
You asked that history should judge you
and believe me, it will.
In thirty years or so,
all will see the lies you told
and maybe then
just maybe
they'll hang you for it.