A poem about a certain Vice President |
Through his connections, Cheney made millions as CEO, Nobody’s perfect. He was a key player in boosting Halliburton’s profits during those years Nobody’s perfect. He skirted American policy and law in order to do business in sanctioned countries Nobody’s perfect. He stood on the soil of lands where human rights violations were the rule instead of the exception Nobody’s perfect. He flatly denied that the war with Iraq was really to gain control of their oil Nobody’s perfect. He couldn’t deny the policies being discussed with American oil companies Nobody’s perfect. He hides in shadows, reluctant to speak Nobody’s perfect. He only made it to Vice President Nobody’s perfect. The President is his puppet Nobody’s perfect. The President stubbornly stands Nobody’s perfect. Though his surge is failing Nobody’s perfect. Approval is at an all-time low Nobody’s perfect. But he continues to go Nobody’s perfect. Until death, assassination, or collapse does him in Nobody’s perfect. John Wayne in the Oval Office Nobody’s perfect. His Defense Secretary is prone to a quivering stomach Nobody’s perfect. Chertoff’s gut feeling tells us we’ll be attacked Nobody’s perfect. Yet he refuses to acknowledge it’s just indigestion Nobody’s perfect. Meanwhile, we’re still killing each other in Iraq Nobody’s perfect. Painting their towns with blood Nobody’s perfect. Dying for a cause that won’t live Nobody’s perfect. Fighting until it kills us all But nobody’s perfect. |