Monsieur Bushy

Shallowness, I would be so happy if you could stay in my bathtub

Or in my plate of soy sauce;

Why do they criticize Monsieur Bush so much?

Granting that Monsieur Bushy needs to examine the root-causes of the criticisms directed against himself,

We do, too.

Why don't they ask why, really why, an American president had no choice but to turn so paranoid,

So fearful and fearless all at the same time?

Of course, determinism is bad and Monsieur Bush may have less intelligence than an apple (what is intelligence?).

But why do so few see beyond the wallpaper, however tasteful?

Monsieur Bushy is crying, voicelessly;

His manly chest heaves with each sob.