An old prayer

Bill Clinton is my shepard; I shall not want.
He leadeth me beside the still factories;
He restoreth my faith in the Republican Party.
He guideth me in the path of unemployment.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the bread line, I shall not go hungry.
Clinton anointeth my income with taxes; my expenses runneth over.
Surley, poverty and hard living will follow me all the days of my wretched life.
The Democrats and I will live in a rented house forever.
But I am glad I am an American;
I am glad I am free.
But I wish I was a dog,
And Bill Clinton was a tree!

NOW THATS FUNNY