Mr <span title="President...Poem...critique">President...Poem...critiq...</span> please!?

Question

Last night I painted memories inside my head's walls,

They were put there by a preacher to keep the 'bad' stuff out,

And here I am sitting in my own one foot long bathtub,

I'm finding it really hard to sink down to the bottom.

Yesterday seemed so d**n funny how it all fell into place,

A sudden shake and here we go another earthquake.

I decided that I would breathe in the ash from your cigarettes,

Just so I could feel so close to you, or as close as possible.

I want to go to war just to prove the whole world wrong,

Governments not virtue, it's like your most hated song.

It's always on the radio and you just can't get away from it,

Stand up Mr President, doesn't this make you proud.

Hands down cause this is the greatest dream I've had,

You see I replaced myself with another heartless fad,

Then I fitted in with everything and everyone,

Oh God help me who have I become.

I'm on the verge of committing Suicide,

No not the kind that will take my own d**n life,

I just want to let go of all my sanity,

Cause then I can finally learn how to breathe.

I'm an artist, a poet a man without a face,

I'm your lover, your taste, whose the real waste.

Thank you MR President for making me see,

Just how truly this world can learn to be.

Answer 1

Pretty good i can see what your trying to say,with your voice,heres one i wrote on the same thing ?

Humpty dumpy sat on capital hill

Waving his blue

Spangled banner

eating green candy

Popping his pills

wait while I hide my face behind

a crocodile grin

playing a local heroe

his got us all on our hands &amp; knees

soemtimes i feel I&quot;ve been taken

for a ride

I&#039;m just a piece of meat

out in the street

Although our great economy

Has gone into tail spin

We need to forget

What we have spent

In Iraq who’s really

Paying the rent?

Pass me another pizza

whisky &amp; gin

To forget all my troubles

Of sin

After September 11

We had to go in for the kill

To all the kings horses

And all the kings men

To wage a new war

To even our bruised egos

Even the score

Make enemy lines

Off our crown shores

Build up our bank accounts

From oil derived in bounties

Straight to our off shore accounts

While we can make our citizens

Pay all these accounts

They are the ones who will shout

Because we believe we have them

Believe we are the clout

Of god and fortune &amp; might

Gods on our side

Who stands by us?

Stand by our sides in great stride

Let’s show strength of good pride

Let’s build new fears

New front lines

Of fear and dread

Tonight I can’t go to sleep

As I now have amnesia?

From all of Humpy’s lies

That has turned into mountains

Of sin

Answer 2

Very dark, but a good commentary on the state of the rotten onion.

Here are my thoughts in Sonnet form:

TWO SONNETS ON PRESIDENT BUSH



Can we in honour fair heroes bespeak

Their loss for whom we dearly care?

Whose lives are spent to further premise weak.

Now futile fight in distant war unfair?

That president with vicious lies should seek


The fabric of a hurting  world to tear,


Invasion ordered and with prospect bleak


To pyrrhic vict&#039;ry troops committed there.



Now may dark choler within us arise 


Justice cry out to this sleeping land


Impeachment&#039;s remedy advise.



So may at last our Congress make a stand


Integrity restoring in this wise

Giving answer for blood outpoured in sand.

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I will speak their names with highest honour

They certainly deserve not one bit less


But may the fiercest Furies take in store

The foul defiler of their dauntlessness.

He who shameles knew no labour


No honourable service could confess

Privileged guard duty sans risk&#039;s savour

He served our divided country far less.

Later he presumed with rancour to impugn

So much better and braver men than he

They not coddled with tarnished silver spoon

This our fair country never would be free

If we our trust placed in that wiley loon,


With his cocaine and booze and daddy&#039;s knee.

© Albert K. Jungers, July23, 2007, All Rights reserved.

And so as not to be confined to one style or format:

Bush  A Clerihew

The awful nefarious President Bush


In the Oval office sat on his tush


Making up schemes involving WMD&#039;s


And doing whatever the neocons please.

© Albert K. Jungers. June 15, 2007, All Rights reserved