Dr Adequate
Banned
- Joined
- Aug 31, 2004
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"I'll be frank with you. I don't spend a lot of time really worrying about short-term history. I guess I don't worry about long-term history, either, since I'm not going to be around to read it." --- George W. Bush
And now, the end is near;
And so I face the final curtain.
My friend, I'll say it clear,
I'll state my case, of which I'm certain.
I've spouted scripted bull,
A dummy on a lap, I dare say;
And more, much more than this,
I did it their way.
Regrets, I've had a few
But then again, too few to mention.
I read from the autocue,
And saw it through, with no dissention.
We screwed things up, of course
(Those pesky weapons --- damn, where were they?)
But more, much then this,
I did it their way.
Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew
When I bit off more than I could chew.
But through it all, when there was doubt,
I plugged my ears, and blocked it out.
They made the call, I took the fall
and did it their way.
I've fibbed, I've bluffed and lied.
I've had my fill; my share of losing.
And now, as jeers subside,
I find it all so confusing.
To think I'm blamed for that;
For screwing up, in such a rare way.
No, oh no not me,
I did it their way.
For what is a man, what has he got?
If not a script, then not a lot.
To say the things Dick Cheney feels,
With no ideas, and no ideals.
The record shows, my party blows;
I did it their way.
And now, the end is near;
And so I face the final curtain.
My friend, I'll say it clear,
I'll state my case, of which I'm certain.
I've spouted scripted bull,
A dummy on a lap, I dare say;
And more, much more than this,
I did it their way.
Regrets, I've had a few
But then again, too few to mention.
I read from the autocue,
And saw it through, with no dissention.
We screwed things up, of course
(Those pesky weapons --- damn, where were they?)
But more, much then this,
I did it their way.
Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew
When I bit off more than I could chew.
But through it all, when there was doubt,
I plugged my ears, and blocked it out.
They made the call, I took the fall
and did it their way.
I've fibbed, I've bluffed and lied.
I've had my fill; my share of losing.
And now, as jeers subside,
I find it all so confusing.
To think I'm blamed for that;
For screwing up, in such a rare way.
No, oh no not me,
I did it their way.
For what is a man, what has he got?
If not a script, then not a lot.
To say the things Dick Cheney feels,
With no ideas, and no ideals.
The record shows, my party blows;
I did it their way.