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Senate sages conning me, Make me guess which nominee Will turn out to be a dud, One you should nip in the bud, But will approve while Bush rejoices At your selfindulgent voices. Jeers for your ineptness grow. Garrulous, you can't forego Chances to pontificate On where you've been and what you ate, Egocentric, pompous voices, Rubber-stamping Bushie's choices. Senate sages stand unmasked, Can't get simple questions asked. Why not first dispose of him? Confine your blather to the gymn, Vacuous, conceited voices, Jeopardizing women's choices.
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