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He’s puerile, pathetic and punchy
No brain in there is possibly resident
Previously a punk, a drunk, high on junk
Now he’s the ‘P’-brained President

He’s no good at speaking, only at lying
Looks like he’s braindead without even trying
What is the topic on the top of his mind?
Well, task number one is his mind to FIND!

After this difficult task has been done
And the microscope required used and gone…
We find a ‘P’, a big one, stood right on top
Filed under ‘Pre-emptive’ inside this flop

The next is ‘Papa’ and a short note:
WHY did you PUT me ON this boat!
There follows a space about a light year high
Before we get to ‘Pool’ and ‘Pie’

Some way below we reach ‘Pasta’ and ‘Peas’
This is a jerk with ‘P’-all degrees!
This is the primitive who stole the presidency
The joke you trusted in a dire emergency

This the paper-tiger, the cowardly fool
Who really should have remained, back at school
This is the politician who hardly spells his name
This is the Patsy who brought you such shame

This pathetic president is a pseudo-christian pest
An intellectual pussy can’t compete with the rest
You really have to question his panty-waist mentality
And his patchy speeches peppered with inanity

He’s the ‘P’-brained President, a joke and a clown
His stupid remarks have a world renown
He’s the ‘P’-brained President and really has no clue
Except he’s determined to lie to you

He’s the ‘P’-brained President and now should go
Leaving the job in the hands of a pro
The puppet-glove loser has had his day
The ‘P’-brained president must now make way

For John F Kerry who reads and thinks
Not a ‘P’-brained President who truly stinks
From the top of that vacuum he calls a mind
To the lowest dregs ever found in Mankind
The ‘P’-brained President is the biggest fool
Send him back to Texas to learn to play pool

He’ll be happier there vacantly picking his nose
Talking to the horses at rodeos
Drawing his biography, just coloring it in
With his ‘P’-brained mind and insane grin
Drinking some beers down at the bar
Trying to remember that time bizarre
When he pretended to be president
And failed by far

He’s puerile, pathetic and punchy
No brain in there is possibly resident
Previously a punk, a drunk, high on junk
Now he’s the ‘P’-brained President
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THE 'P'-BRAINED PRESIDENT

Contributed by steeleyes on Monday, 4th October 2004 @ 08:09:58 AM in AEST
Topic: political



Please view image before reading verses:
http://www.geocities.com/kaneix/bush-bozobush.jpg

He’s puerile, pathetic and punchy
No brain in there is possibly resident
Previously a punk, a drunk, high on junk
Now he’s the ‘P’-brained President

He’s no good at speaking, only at lying
Looks like he’s braindead without even trying
What is the topic on the top of his mind?
Well, task number one is his mind to FIND!

After this difficult task has been done
And the microscope required used and gone…
We find a ‘P’, a big one, stood right on top
Filed under ‘Pre-emptive’ inside this flop

The next is ‘Papa’ and a short note:
WHY did you PUT me ON this boat!
There follows a space about a light year high
Before we get to ‘Pool’ and ‘Pie’

Some way below we reach ‘Pasta’ and ‘Peas’
This is a jerk with ‘P’-all degrees!
This is the primitive who stole the presidency
The joke you trusted in a dire emergency

This the paper-tiger, the cowardly fool
Who really should have remained, back at school
This is the politician who hardly spells his name
This is the Patsy who brought you such shame

This pathetic president is a pseudo-christian pest
An intellectual pussy can’t compete with the rest
You really have to question his panty-waist mentality
And his patchy speeches peppered with inanity

He’s the ‘P’-brained President, a joke and a clown
His stupid remarks have a world renown
He’s the ‘P’-brained President and really has no clue
Except he’s determined to lie to you

He’s the ‘P’-brained President and now should go
Leaving the job in the hands of a pro
The puppet-glove loser has had his day
The ‘P’-brained president must now make way

For John F Kerry who reads and thinks
Not a ‘P’-brained President who truly stinks
From the top of that vacuum he calls a mind
To the lowest dregs ever found in Mankind
The ‘P’-brained President is the biggest fool
Send him back to Texas to learn to play pool

He’ll be happier there vacantly picking his nose
Talking to the horses at rodeos
Drawing his biography, just coloring it in
With his ‘P’-brained mind and insane grin
Drinking some beers down at the bar
Trying to remember that time bizarre
When he pretended to be president
And failed by far

He’s puerile, pathetic and punchy
No brain in there is possibly resident
Previously a punk, a drunk, high on junk
Now he’s the ‘P’-brained President




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Re: THE 'P'-BRAINED PRESIDENT (User Rating: 1 )
by Dralion on Monday, 4th October 2004 @ 09:32:27 PM AEST
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Perfect;)


Re: THE 'P'-BRAINED PRESIDENT (User Rating: 1 )
by bobotheclown on Monday, 4th October 2004 @ 09:40:51 PM AEST
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this was brilliant! I don't really know what to
say except I would love to see the stupefied
frowns from the right extremists. A beautiful
poem my friend no one says it better than you!

Bobo (Joel)




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