In Regards To Our Founding Fathers and the Fruits of Their Efforts ("By George")

George Washington was tall and proud and brave.
His glory triumph'd 'til his final breath,
Upon which, suffocated to the grave,
His blood was suck'd and slipp'd he into death.

His veins were emptied, his color glimmer'd not,
For we, his next to kin, turn'd dream to dread,
Robb'd him of his flight for which he fought.
Emaciated wings never to spread.

O George, by George, we are thy blood-drunk leech.
We feed upon thy flesh 'til it is cold.
The red, the white, the blue shall not beseech
'Til every acre of your dream is sold.

So here's to you, Great Democratic Scum!
Obliterator of a nation's soul!
Thy father's word was crush'd beneath thy thumb
And everything made free by him, you stole.