Make the Pie Higher!

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A poem composed of actual quotes from George W. Bush.

MAKE THE PIE HIGHER
by George W. Bush

I think we all agree, the past is over.
This is still a dangerous world.
It’s a world of madmen and uncertainty
and potential mental losses.

Rarely is the question asked
Is our children learning?
Will the highways of the Internet become more few?
How many hands have I shaked?

They misunderestimate me.
I am a pitbull on the pantleg of opportunity.
I know that the human being and the fish can coexist.
Families is where our nation finds hope, where our wings take dream.

Put food on your family!
Knock down the tollbooth!
Vulcanize society!
Make the pie higher! Make the pie higher!

bush2.jpg

A poem composed of actual quotes from George W. Bush.

MAKE THE PIE HIGHER
by George W. Bush

I think we all agree, the past is over.
This is still a dangerous world.
It’s a world of madmen and uncertainty
and potential mental losses.

Rarely is the question asked
Is our children learning?
Will the highways of the Internet become more few?
How many hands have I shaked?

They misunderestimate me.
I am a pitbull on the pantleg of opportunity.
I know that the human being and the fish can coexist.
Families is where our nation finds hope, where our wings take dream.

Put food on your family!
Knock down the tollbooth!
Vulcanize society!
Make the pie higher! Make the pie higher!

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Dick Cheney Smirked at Me

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Dick Cheney Smirked at Me

2003-09-07

Dick Cheney smirked at me,
From inside the safe confines of his motorcade.
And I, on the grass, at the side of the road,
Felt that smirk so fair with a devine ectasy the likes of which I have never known before.
Dick Cheney smirked at me.
No, he didn’t stop the motorcade to talk.
How could he? It wouldn’t be proper. He couldn’t let on.
But I know he loves me. I know it. He loves me.
The Secret Service has my name. My address. My telephone number. My fingerprints. My email. They filmed homes movies where I play a supporting role. It’s all in my file.
He’ll ask for it all. He’ll watch the movies. Then he’ll call.
He will. Trust me he will. He loves me.
Even through the tint of the window, the glare of his glasses, I could see it in his eyes. A smirk that melted my soul.
We’ll have a romantic honeymoon.
Not to Baghdad of course. It’s been spoiled.
Perhaps we’ll honeymoon in Damascus, enjoy the healing powers of the Blue Mosque.
Maybe to Tehran. It has a peaceful, soothing breeze.
If all goes right, we might even go to Pyongyang. I heard that it’s nice this time of year. It’s best not to wait until the winter, when the Yalu River freezes.
Dick Cheney smirked at me.
I know that he went on his way, without stopping.
To smirk at the beautiful people.
Mark, Andre, Grisham, Lindsay, Joe, Gayle; they’ve all been graced by his smirk.
And although they each paid 2,000 dollars for the privilege,
I am sure, sure, sure, positive beyond doubt,
That the smirks they bought at that fancy lunch,
Could never compare to the tender, tender smirk that I received,
From my loving vice-president.
On the grass at the side of the road.

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Dick Cheney Smirked at Me

2003-09-07

Dick Cheney smirked at me,
From inside the safe confines of his motorcade.
And I, on the grass, at the side of the road,
Felt that smirk so fair with a devine ectasy the likes of which I have never known before.
Dick Cheney smirked at me.
No, he didn’t stop the motorcade to talk.
How could he? It wouldn’t be proper. He couldn’t let on.
But I know he loves me. I know it. He loves me.
The Secret Service has my name. My address. My telephone number. My fingerprints. My email. They filmed homes movies where I play a supporting role. It’s all in my file.
He’ll ask for it all. He’ll watch the movies. Then he’ll call.
He will. Trust me he will. He loves me.
Even through the tint of the window, the glare of his glasses, I could see it in his eyes. A smirk that melted my soul.
We’ll have a romantic honeymoon.
Not to Baghdad of course. It’s been spoiled.
Perhaps we’ll honeymoon in Damascus, enjoy the healing powers of the Blue Mosque.
Maybe to Tehran. It has a peaceful, soothing breeze.
If all goes right, we might even go to Pyongyang. I heard that it’s nice this time of year. It’s best not to wait until the winter, when the Yalu River freezes.
Dick Cheney smirked at me.
I know that he went on his way, without stopping.
To smirk at the beautiful people.
Mark, Andre, Grisham, Lindsay, Joe, Gayle; they’ve all been graced by his smirk.
And although they each paid 2,000 dollars for the privilege,
I am sure, sure, sure, positive beyond doubt,
That the smirks they bought at that fancy lunch,
Could never compare to the tender, tender smirk that I received,
From my loving vice-president.
On the grass at the side of the road.

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