Curveball, Curveball, what they lack Are excuses to attack. Your assignment’s crystal clear: Tell them what they yearn to hear. Curveball!
Curveball, Curveball, worry not That baloney’s all you’ve got, Or that you’re a boozy wreck. Tenet doesn’t care to check. Curveball!
Curveball, Curveball, they don’t mind That there’s nothing there to find. Just concoct some bio scare. Wolfowitz will go from there. If they didn’t know your game, Why’d they give you such a name? Curveball!
Calvin TrillinCalvin Trillin is The Nation’s “deadline poet.”