Took a ride to the moon to watch the world die; it flooded and burned, smoke rose to the sky. It tickled my nostrils, made me giggle and sneeze, spat germs on the mountains and across ocean breeze. The poeple caught sickness, felt dilluted and blank. They vomitted government, dirty laws; the world stank. Truth crippled away, Hope turned to mush. I looked down at the world, said,"Thank good boy, Bush."