Goodbye,
good luck,
good riddance.
You've left our Constitution a pittance.
We the people, GWB?
More like an imperial Presidency
suborned by your muscle, Dick Cheney.
May yours not be an enduring legacy.
So goodbye,
good luck, and
good riddance
as you exit the stage,
having roused us at last from our complacence.
(Okay, so I'm not much of a poet, but you get the drift.)
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