Sound and fury, signifying nothing
Monday, January 12, 2009
So, now you're leaving?
So now you're leaving are you?
After all my fervent prayers,
There is no demon left for me to loathe;
You've emptied out the wood bin;
You leave an empty husk;
Your flight is vanguard of my many oaths;
Eight long years you've fed my hate,
Drawn out eight years of venom;
Now bumble in your idiotic sty;
Too dim to know the nature,
Of the damage you have wrought;
Please don't insult us both by asking "Why?"
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US politics: Bush administration
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