I worked my job in Dilbert land

A cube of my own, career in hand

And then one day the bubble burst.

Sitting at home I feared the worst

But a chance came for a brave new world

So across the pond through air I hurled.

Some said I betrayed my English blood,

But there was a time when in the wood

The cost was never in my head

I took the road of Frost instead.

Though it was tough to make things legal

I chose a life under the American eagle.

Then something changed that I must protest.

I dare to speak up, on my own behest.

This thing that’s wrong that I so resent

Is the way you “elected” your president.

I fear now America’s a laughing stock,

Bush is merely a hand in a sock.

With corporations pulling the strings

We almost dare not speak of those things

That we begin to hear about on the news

Unless in a court, you will find it in use.

And thus dare one not speak aloud the fact

We are all bound by the Patriot Act

One thing gives pause – does it pave my way

To long term hold in Guantanemo bay

If I poke fun at the president

I get the boot, with my visa spent

Shoved onto a plane and into the air

And worse, forced back to Tony Blair!