Say “Goodbye” to Bush—there won’t be a third to blight
the house that is White. . .not cheering, the crowds, who just didn’t love
his spiel and his mien.

Booted in the tush, he just couldn’t get it right;
his effacing self don’t work in the hood of foul food fight.

Folks listened so somnolently,
were not wowed by J-E-B and his team—
too lame was his scheme.
The only sound that they would hear
was tepid talk. . .no screaming jeers.
Did the dude have a chance? No, never.

Say “Goodbye” to Bush—there won’t be a third in sight
in the house that’s White. Not searing his sounds; tried to stay above
the raw blah-blah-blah. . . .

Folks listened so somnolently,
disavowed tame J-E-B and his team—
his game wasn’t mean.
The only sound that they would hear
was tepid talk. . .no screeching jeers.
Did they dude have a prayer? That’s “never.”

Say “Goodbye” to Bush—he blew millions in a flight
of fantasy. Dirges have now been sounded for the ex gov.,
whom folks just didn’t love,
who could not rise above.
Numbers gave him the shove.