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Dear Mr. President No intentions to disrupt, But Vice President Cheney Is rather hasty and abrupt No means to intervene But he�s scheduled you to be cleaned Hoping you�ll become The nation�s deadliest machine And since your policies Are continually critiqued, He�s asked of us to polish you Until you shine and squeak And even though There is no excuse For your authority�s blatant abuse It appears as though Several of your screws Have overtime Somehow become loose According to the President, Pardon me, I mean Vice Installing a wooden brain Would be rather wise Apparently your previous one Simply did not suffice And since you�ve been saying Many a crude things It�s been suggested That we tighten up your strings, Only then you�ll become Politics� King of Kings Lately your mouth Has been running off, We�ll firmly fasten it So that the others won�t scoff All the inane things that you say Lessening Cheney�s utter dismay We�ve also been informed That Peace has no justified place So Mr. Cheney�s asked That we promptly must erase Your human compassion And quickly replace A place for affection With a military base. We look forward to seeing you soon Your appointment is scheduled at half past noon And once we�re through You�ll be brand spanking new Our sincerest regards, At the Puppet Repair Crew.
I'm bored, so I wrote a poem.
2:15 p.m. - Sunday, Nov. 06, 2005
Then - Now
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