Strikes out at every task he has begun,
Ave. Pennsylvania yokel.
Picked for his cabinet old boys except one,
Moldy old Cold War jokels.
Don't let his trigger man handle a gun
Or he's likely to maim ya.
His domain is Transylvania,
First he maims then sucks veins till he drains ya.

For his flacking
The mumbler has snared a snick'ring pawn:
Snow is yakking
An Orwell-Wag the Dog lexicon.
On an err spree
Yet they go on obliviously,
Then the clown swigs gin and beer,
The sot's words are not clear.
Shitfaced dimwit combined with daddy's friends.

Passed out every night because he's dead-drunk,
The Pennsylvania yokel.
Pitches he hands us are nothing but bunk. . .
Ari, Scott, Snow, blow-smoke shills,
Noses longer than an elephant's trunk:
Men with mendacious crania.
Each day Dubya is insanier--
Bad combo: mono- and megalomania.