They won't need a Cheney,
Only sun,
To get me more than I'm
Getting with each Cheney
Nine-one-one.
What a way to kill bigtime!

If it's true a flower
Get's it done,
Yet when smoked seems sublime,
Sounds like flower power
For a son
More than willing to mark time.

Forget playing cute.
God, that's been hell,
Throwing each idiot a crumb.
Building Stevens' bridges –
Ain't that swell?
No wonder he and I look dumb.

Give Iraqis poppies –
Be their pal –
Big Al says we'll do fine.
Poppies like it warmer,
Unlike Al.
They'll make sure that oil is mine.

Music by Jay Gorney
Original Lyric by Yip Harburg
Alternate Lyric by Bob Carlson
www.politicalboondoggles.com
9/4/06

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