In far Tibet there'll live a lama, Scorned by Papa; scorned by Mama. This lama once was president Whose guilt was not self-evident. Got himself stuck on one ism. Saw all others through that prism. So it came as no surprise: His ism wouldn't compromise. Turned other isms against his. There's more of them; that's how it is. Outnumbered, he'd have got the boot; Some isms even said they'd shoot. He craftily outsourced his job And so escaped the angry mob. No Law and Order melodrama: That's how George became a lama. Bob Carlson |