I can see that you're full of mendacity.
You stand up there and do your thing,
But do you really think for yourself,
Or flak for the demented elf? Your name too's Ton',
But for givin' snow jobs, other Ton' stood alone.

Tony,* each time your lips move
I know, you speak an untruth,
But you're milder and don't as much reprove.

So you lie, but I don't find you nigh as fine
As she, "mine," for whom improper thoughts climb through my mind.
She raptures me.
But I will turn thoughts back to number 2 Ton':
I have heard that he drives a car that's two-tone
And he wheels it like Britney/Lindsay/Paree/Richie/Billy.**

Tony, your words do not soothe
'cause, guy, you speak an untruth.
There's a pile after your briefings to move.

(Soliloquy)

Tony, it's hard to take you.
You deigner; Dana: great moue.
Both "eye-tie" surnames. Cosa nostra too?
(Casa blanca tools.)

From your briefings I've started to stay away,
'cause I'd rather gaze at dais Dana. . .wish each day
She'd ravish me
By being savage on me sexually,
By performing some brief lectern lechery. . .
Give me release by pressin' me.

Tony, hey no offense, dude--
I'm afraid I must be rude.
For writing 'bout you, I'm not in the mood;
Dana gets me lewd.

Yeah now.
Dana makes my thoughts go louche. . .
Love to cry, "Voulez-vous chouch-
er avec moi and give my moose a smooch?"
(Ça me plaît beaucoup, ta bouche.)

Maul wood wit' your mitt, I'd love you to,
'thralled wood dipped and lipped--I love that too.
Don't care what you say's untrue; I dream
Hauled wood then haunch-launched and hoppin' you.


*Fratto, White House deputy press secretary
**Joel