The Pointless, Yet Poignant Crisis Of A Commander In Chief

By Vincent Scarpa
Jan. 29, 2006

I'm not a leader, I'm not a right-wing rhetoric mobilizing force of one
But there was a time way back many years ago in the military, dont laugh
But I never showed up, I sat on my ass and watched porn with my brother
It was brotherly love, with a common cause and besides that he was a Republican
 
We used to say that our views were like Forrest Gump, three times junior the IQ of Democrats
And we would bond in the face of opression from protesters and the Dems
but I knew there was a problem, every time we stepped out of the limo everyone would egg us
That made it difficult to contain dairy allergies, not to mention keeping suits clean
 
Well sometimes, life gives us vice-presidents sent in ridiculous packaging
So I found Cheney in the arms of an American Association Of Retired Persons
And we discussed hegemony, then he turned to me and said
 
"Well, I guess we could try our best to win."
 
And I said "No, lets rig the election, you stupid alcoholic"
 
And another thing, make sure to email Katherine Harris and ask to have Florida
It's only blacks and besides, it won't be the first time they were turned away.
 
I am Commander now, I know the ins and outs of election rigging
And I still wiretap citizens, urging them not to see Brokeback Mountain
And I should know, because I paid my $8.50 just to see two cowboys kiss on a Texas ranch
 
And my country can't say I rigged it all, because of the death penalty.
And don't forget the mafia.