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• George W. Bush and the Busharoos.
  by montdragon

  Dear Journal: / There is something about the office of the Presidency of the United States that conjures up….well it kinda escapes me this…

  Dear Journal: / There is something about the office of the Presidency of the United States that conjures up….well it kinda escapes me this time….I watched a video after a chance conversation with someone I just met, and probably will never see again, a happing happenstance about our lame ducky duckie duck President it seems old King Dubya Debacle was attending a “happening” one of his first and last singing debuts, here are the lyrics imagine that old homily of a chestnut song with a home down Texas Americana twang “Green Green Grass of Home” as sung by George Bush and the Busharoos: / “And there to meet me is my mama and my papa, down the Iane I look and here comes Barney, heart of gold and breath like honey; it’s good to touch the brown brown grass of home. / For there’s Condi and Dick, my old compadre, talking to me about some oil rich Saudi, but soon I’ll touch the brown brown grass of home. / That old White house is behind me, I am once again carefree, don’t have to worry ‘bout a crisis in Pyongyang. Down the lane I look, Dick Chaney is strolling with documents he’d been withholding; it’s good to touch the brown brown grass of home. / Yes, you’re all going to miss me, the way you used to quiz me, but soon I’ll touch the brown, brown grass of home.” / Yes a swan song from the head goose stepping goose master put that in your chuckle bucket and hear him hum….Do you know the way to Crawfordsville(?)….or “If I only had a brain.” / Peace.