witty-remark's Diaryland Diary

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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

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