From the walls of the seminary

The 23rd Psigh

Bush is my shepherd. I dwell in want.
He maketh logs to be cut down in the national forests.
He leadeth trucks into the still wilderness.
He restoreth my fears.
He leadeth me in the paths of international disgrace for his ego's sake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of pollution and war,
I will find no exit, for thou remainst in office.
Thy tax cuts for the rich and thy media control
they discomfort me.
Thou preparest an agenda of deception, in the presence of thy religion.
Thou anointest my head with foreign oil.
My healh insurance runneth dry.
Surely megalomania and false patriotirms shalle follow me
all the days of thy terms.
And my jobless child shall dwell in my basement forever.

-Anonymous