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I still negotiate nothing, Especially nothing with me, Though I look like a wind-up When only folks I signed up Get to make my mind up for me. They tell me plenty about their things, Knowing I knew nothing before. Then once I hear something, Something about their things, Why should I be bothered to hear more? So I close my eyes While those I authorize Tell me who's bad guys, Who'll believe our lies – That's a big surprise? Lindsey spouts something about nothing, Nothing that means nothing to me. Rove's in charge of tax cuts; Rice handles all head butts; Rummy's job? It was supposed to be Making sure Iraqis were set free, While cutting brush was solely up to me – Now I got plenty of nothing: No more need to rush, Too warm to cut brush, Cheney's plans hush, hush, Two more years of stalling, you'll see: Send more to Iraq? Try to get 'em back? Smoke a little crack? Hopefully a Cheney eulogy – And that about does it for me.
Music by George Gershwin |