Those Brits excelled in casting out their unfit;
their malcontent were sent off overseas;
and debtors learned to sing Waltzing Matilda
some rather faced the tomahawk than Old Bailey.

The more the Brits cast out, the more they enfeebled;
and stronger still we contraries became –
till when our foulest felon-President and lush
led their poor Chief into worse crime and blood,

his yipping lapdog, voting - in all his shame –
when – Refusing! Tony might well have foiled the Bush…
and the Tepid Willing too had all said No,
thus sparing our century for decency –

Now is past time for us to cleanse our stables –
no pastime – for us it is now:  Root, Hog or Die.

By JK Burnham