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By Misti Date: 2003 Aug 29 Comment on this Work [[2003.08.29.05.53.10561]] |
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Hey Dubya Junior Mister President at times like these it's evident your lovely Laura ain't givin' as good as she got 'cause you're a manic robot stuck on destruction mode you dream of oil rigs gushing blood and sit on the commode thinking about how much better the Grand Canyon would be if only there were more souvenir shops and a roller coaster, too maybe even a star spangled mediocrity mangled Grand Canyonettes revue I tell you what, dude put away your toy soldiers and your Mickey Mouse schemes those dreams won't take you to Wonderland the Red Queen is never quite what you had planned fall down a deep hole and follow this rabbit everything you want is yours if you can grab it first we'll meet the Caterpillar and ask him to pass the pipe and you can nibble on the mushroom to see if it's ripe then you can nibble on me and I will nibble on you and if we're an hour or two late to the tea party I know the Mad Hatter and March Hare won't hold a grudge when I'm through with you it will take more than a cup of tea to make you budge you would look so good lipstick smudged and tied to the tracks yeah, the choo choo train is comin' but it doesn't go too fast you might die but it won't be a big deal in Wonderland nothing is real tears make a pretty ocean and you can doggy paddle to a grassy atoll where the Mock Turtle hangs his soul out to dry acoustic style to the warmth of a burning pile of books that tell color-coded lies and you can watch the ashes rise a Phoenix Mockingbird you can curse in Bible verse and it wont' say a word how absurd is that sloppy paint-by-number picture this is just to say hey, George Bush I would party witcha |