The Ghost at 1600

The nightmare began not long ago when our country's morale was disgustingly low.
The bill that would save large company dues, forecasted demise in the days that ensued.

Back at the White House Bush smiled away, while patting his back and yelling "Hooray!"
"I fixed the things that I said I would. Like milk does a body, I did America good."

Rushing the door with a look of concern was Julie Vasquez, Bush's young intern.
"I've come to see if you'll change your tune. Perhaps you acted way too soon?"

"Julie, I like you, you make tasty coffee. Now march yourself out and bring me a latte."
With that he ignored her innocent question and continued to work by admiring his reflection.

"I like what I see," Bush told himself and continued his praise unaware of someone else.
The air grew cold and blew down his neck, "Is someone else out there? C'mon, what the heck?"

What Bush didn't know was that he'd set the ball rolling. Julie had felt it and needed consoling.
She went home with terror infecting her soul and prayed that her country would indeed remain whole.

Right before bedtime, Laura tucked George in tight. He slipped into rainbows on unicorns that night.
He dreamt of all the glorious praise his country would grant him the very next day.

During his magnificent dream, he saw something frightening, unreal it would seem.
A figure Bush knew appeared that night with a rope-burned neck, and hate in his sight.

"I am the ghost that you created. I'm pleased to say that you are ill-fated.
You've pushed your people to the brink, and now your country is doomed to sink.

"You claimed that I had invisible weapons, completely unfounded and I'll teach you a lesson.
You took from me my country and sons. I curse that your life becomes undone."

Bush awoke only mildly surprised. Did his arch nemesis survive his demise?
He calmed himself down, in the mirror he stood, "Like milk does a body, I did my country good."

That day at the office would not start out great, the Dow Jones had dropped the most points to date.
Bush shrugged it all off as not worth pursuing, this couldn't have happened because of his doing.

Julie came in, coffee in tow, "Mr. Bush, bad things are starting. I thought you should know.
Your country is becoming completely unstable. Perhaps you'll revisit that bailout on the table?"

"Alright there Kiddo, you're definitely cute. But you shouldn't stress yourself over all of that loot.
Now Julie, I told you, you make good coffee. Interns just watch and try not to annoy me.

"I'm fully aware of what happens next and completely prepared with what to expect.
I understand laws and all that good stuff. I definitely know my country well enough.

"See I'm like 'The Papa' and you're like my kids. You should trust me enough to know what best is.
I'm gonna say it once like I did to the White House 'hood, like milk does a body, I do my country good."

Julie left with composed disdain. It was obvious his actions were nothing short of vane.
The President had left Julie full of contempt and now he would suffer, she was hell-bent.

She went home with thoughts, ideas and ploys. She vowed to make Bush honest with what he destroyed.
Then out of nowhere by her scented candle, came a vision so horrid, it was too much to handle.

His eyes were cold and definitely hanging, his skin was flaking off on the dresser he was banging.
The air would freeze were he drew his breaths. Julie was terrified at this encounter with Death.

"I cannot believe that you appeared here. Why not Bush's bedroom to make your premier?
I don't understand why you chose my place. I'm not excited about seeing your dead face."

"Ms. Vasquez you should listen to me well. Without your help, we can't give Bush his Hell.
Its not so hard to see what he has imparted, he's using your economy to hide the war he started.

"I spit in his face with all that he's soiled. He's using your money to pay for my oil!"
Julie listened to what the ghost said. She seemed enlightened by her visit from the Dead.

That morning the madness came in like a storm, the screams had started and terror took form.
The tension was scary and the masses would flock to Wall Street they'd go and sell all their stock.

The nightmare was growing, the market just flopped. The evil was spiraling and couldn't be stopped.
People were panicked, desperation was fate. Thriving in number were suicide rates.

The middle class was falling, becoming much poorer and the rich would suffer the abject horror.
"Disparity!" they claimed in the midst of their cries. The wealthy would succumb to mass homicides.

Destroyed were the days of second-rate humanity. Paranoia had spread and instilled the insanity.
Children were screaming and couldn't be spared. People were dying and Bush didn't care.

The blood and the gore were filling the streets. A country united, admitting defeat.
People would wonder about where he went. Where was our leader, our President?

Time had gone by and it's now Halloween. Had Bush not heard all the gut-wrenching screams?
Instead he sat hearing his own convolutions, hitting all the steps in Dance Dance Revolution.

It wasn't his problem, he wouldn't be bothered. His leadership, after all, was arranged by his father.
Bush was unaffected, it all didn't matter. Heedless he was, his bank accounts still got fatter.

Then that feeling which Bush seemed to fear, took form once again. The Ghost reappeared.
"I couldn't stop laughing nor stay far away. Revenge is arriving in less than a day!"

"Holy Jesus, is that really you? I can't believe it. No way you're Sammy Hu!
I thought you were gone, completely extinct. Now I'm confused, don't know what to think."

"It's your impuissance I seek to expose. And its going to happen right under your nose.
I count on your ego to make it all easy. In no time at all, you'll run 'no one's' country!"

"Now that's just plain crazy, it couldn't be weirder. What country around has 'No One' for a leader?"
Ms. Vasquez now entered with forms in her hand. She couldn't look happier, it almost seemed planned.

"I have all the files you needed to see. Your signature is needed to pay A.I.G."
As Bushy tried to review what he'd sign, Sammy would push him with motives malign.

"Stop that you turd, I'm getting irate. If you push me around, I can't concentrate."
Julie stepped forward, hiding her despair, "Sir, you ok? You're talking to thin air."

"Julie, I'm fine. Will you get me some toast? Wait, hold on a second, do you believe in ghosts?"
Julie just smiled and took the signed papers, "I know there's been painting. Perhaps it's the vapors?"

She turned toward the door and gleefully said, "Don't worry Mr. Bush, I'll fetch you some bread."
"Ok now Sammy, was that your revenge? You made me look crazy. Oh how scary, you make me cringe."

Instead there was silence, it was eerily calm, "I haven't been this relieved since I dodged Vietnam.
Sammy is stupid, I'm misunderstood. Like milk does the body, I keep doing my country good."

The morning arrived like the ghost had predicted, but Bush seemed fine, completely unaffected.
Within ten minutes he'd heard the ruckus, "What's going on out there? It sounds like a circus!"

He stepped out his office to peek on a whim, but the masses were present and all eyes were on him.
Lawyers, reporters, and politicians all made it, an event that Julie had obviously orchestrated.

The policemen took Bush with a look of alarm. They forced him in handcuffs and pinned both his arms.
"Julie what's happening, I can't understand. Tell me where I'm going! This I demand!"

"Now Georgie you know what this is all about. Destroyed is our country due to your bailout.
I see that you're struggling so I'll keep it simple. You messed up real good, now you're the example.

"You left your country completely jaded with the money you took and the people you aided.
Your tactics were wrong and completely sordid. You left people suffering. Bad acts you rewarded.

"While you instilled the plague and the locusts, I caught you off guard. Utterly unfocused.
I took a petition and made it a ballot. There were plenty of votes from the Anti-Bush zealots.

"It went through the Senate and then through the House. It went very quiet, yes, just like a mouse.
But there was one problem, a miniscule flaw. I needed your signature to make it a law.

"It wasn't too hard to exploit your true bane. You were spooked to distraction by the Ghost of Hussein.
So just like you've done here all that you could. Like milk does a body, now you'll do Iraq some good.

"You went on that spa date with A.I.G. Your biggest mistake? Disregarding me.
I tell you all this in your sweet little corridor. Your people have spoken, now you're Ambassador."

Bush turned pale and vomited after. He heard Sadam's voice erupting in laughter.
"Julie, I curse you, you horrible hussy! Who will ensure I have absolute safety?"

Julie just smiled and continued to glow. Ambassador to Iraq was Bush's new role.
"Don't worry yourself, compose that disdain. Keeping your guard will be the Iraqis you trained."