A rock in a sock, a paper of lizards,

in the Bush White House something’s amiss.

Can a scissors cut to the bottom of this?

Place Bush in a box with a very large rock,

then drop a string, strung with cigar rings,

from Bill and Monica’s fling.

Scissor the string, just cut the darn thing.

Let Bush fall through the floor into the war,

a bloody zone, troops far from home.

Write it on paper, put an end to this mess,

freedom must scissor terrorist threats.

Restore human order, scissor with haste!

Pack Bush in a box. Drop in toxic waste!

He hasn’t come clean with the green team.

Look how those rocks glow.

Sever waste with a scissors, be careful, it

quivers. Cover with paper, before you

detox. Bush is out of the box!

He’s speaking in tongues from the paper

of lizards; a caper in truth with Cheney the wizard.

His rock is in stock and a tax cut with scissors.

Our economy fizzles- deficit scissors, so

falls the dollar. Will we stand up and holler?

Is Bush in that box with that really huge rock?

It’s a political thing, pull right-wing strings,

then paper with bling. Slice string with

a scissors and fling the whole thing

into a black hole in deep outer space. Watch

the “Bush Spin” cheer the whole human race.

The scissor that cut, left not a trace!