Suuuuurprise, suuuuuuurprise …
Bush is my shepherd; I shall not want. He makes me to write checks we cannot cash; he leads me to wars we cannot win.
Subsequent verses contributed by Jack:
My soul He doth restore again,
And me to walk doth make
Within the paths of right-winged-ness,
E’en for His own and Lord Poppy’s name’s sake.
Yea, though I walk in valley of the Shadow of Death, or even in Afghanistan or Iraq
I shall fear no evil, except for when I get the hell out of here and get ignored by the V.A..
For Thou art with me and Thy rod
And staff me discomfort me still.
My table Thou hast furnished with lots of carbs but no school lunches
In presence of my foes, who we could give a damn less about
My head Thou dost with oil anoint, as well as your bank accounts.
And my cup over flows, for the time being, until Poppy takes the T-bird away.
Goodness and mercy all my life
Shall surely follow me as long as I donate to the Party.
And In Bush’s house forever more
My dwelling place shall be, as long as I keep giving until it hurts.