Excessive hurry at many tasks.
I fuss, wet-eyed.
No time to unwind on a Sunday.
I rush on in anxiety.

In every democratic country, there is a time to vote.
A time to tell your elected officials "we don't want this war!"
A time to complain; and a time to write a senator.
A time to scream "Anathema!"; and a time to not keep silent.
A time to speak up, unashamed; and a time to make haste.
A time to risk; and a time to debunk playing it safe.
A time to appeal to reason; and a time to mediate.
A time to abandon a domination agenda; and a time to make peace.
A time to debate; and a time to evict a bent, depraved, no-brain leader.
A time to get mad; and a time to topple the White House warmonger ape.
A time to get a woman at the helm.
Bush, it's time to get out of there!

Someday, after the Bush term's over, when...oh, when?
I'll be able to show my face in public again.
Someday, after the Bush term's over, we'll be OK.
We'll be able to hold contrary opinions in the old USA.
Someday I'll vote for a worthy leader,
And wake up where Republicans are far behind me,
Where troubles melt away like snow,
And war is not a daily woe.
That's where you'll find me.
Someday, after the Bush term's over, he'll hide. (Bye!)
Then with war behind,
Everybody can be happier,
Roar with putrid humor.
Why oh why can't he hurry? (Hey, idiot!)

Bush is the cruddy president with the itsy bitsy brain.
So dim, all the people say that he's a dope, insane.
Without a doubt, we'd drum 'im out.
I'm pleased the stupid sceptred creep can't run again.

Prayer of St. George

Lord, make me an instrument of your vindication.
Where there is division, let me sow hatred;
where there is jihad, retribution;
where there is poverty, injustice;
where there is oil, a windfall;
and where there are voters, despair.
O, Divine Peer,
grant that I may not so much seek
to be adept as to attain greatness;
to be good as to defend the US lifestyle;
to be loved as to render Yankees rich.
For it's dishonest words and nonsense that win renown;
a dumb grin, photo ops;
and a lethal race, riches.

Seedy Tale (by Earth Bytes)

Leprosy, I'm not half the man I used to be.
All my skin is coming off of me.
Oh I believe I'm sore, you see.

Suddenly, I really need to take a whee,
But I've got no dong with which to water the tree.
Oh, anyway, now I got ugly leprosy.

Why did I get cursed with this rot? I need to hide.
Yeah, sure I'm diseased, guts came out my side.

Leprosy, what a totally nasty way to be.
Had no senses in elbow or knee.
Oh, Daddy, that's severely deadly!

Why a corrosive disease waylayed an average one?
Agony, now an angry song and a yawn...oh, done!

Yesterday, health was easy, ah so easy, ya had to see.
Now a shadow hangs shyly over me.
Oh, why did I get leprosy?