More than one has compared Bush to Nero, but none I think has done it so well. Scroll to the middle of the page to read the whole poem, or listen to the realaudio rendition. And, because I do believe in whetting the appitite, here’s the first stanza:
Comparing our imperial leader today to Nero,
whose troops were also engaged in occupation
of Parthian lands along the Euphrates, with about
the same luck as today, we surely must temper
our judgments, forgive a few lies and lives lost,
give thanks that most of the deaths are uncounted,
and not ours. After all, our leader did not murder
his mother. He and she are on excellent terms.