(A ballad crooned to the tune of “You Go to My Head” by George W. Bush, with backup by Karl Rove and His Singing Slimemeisters)
Don’t criticize me. ‘Cause that’s just the thing our enemies want. And it damages our terrorist hunt, And endangers every grunt at the front.
Yes, Cheney did flog that meeting in Prague, but big deal– Cheney’s zeal’s his appeal. And don’t say aloud Condi’s next mushroom cloud was unreal. We’re sure she’ll have much more to reveal.
Don’t criticize me. Evil foes would welcome that kind of strife. Since their goal is crushing our way of life, We might have to smear both you and your wife. Don’t criticize me. Don’t criticize me.
Calvin TrillinCalvin Trillin is The Nation’s “deadline poet.”