Hail to the Chief

He thinks that he’s like Julius Caesar.
I think he’s more like Nero.
Playing while our cities burn,
Yet thinking he’s our hero.

But still, the “Liberal Media”
Is lax in its reporting
Pretending that the man’s at work
When actually he’s cavorting.

He’s traded in the fiddle
For a set of golfing irons.
He thinks that it’s “good business”
To chop down sacred environs.

He tells us that we’re safer
(Though some people plan to bomb us)
Because within his righteous mind
The apocalypse is upon us.

He tells us that his God
Has put him upon his throne.
And that the choice of life or death
Is his and his alone.

Those who voice another plan
Are called unpatriotic.
Believing in the Constitution
Makes us all quixotic.

His friends who own the voting booths
Will try to steal the ballots
And leave no trail of their deeds.
“Impartial” right wing zealots.

But if we disagree with them
The Court will have it’s way
And then another coup d’etat
Tomorrow or today.

I find it quite ironic
That he “builds” democracy.
For we live in a Republic
And he lost his “victory”.

The are no words exact enough
To describe all his disgraces;
The scheming and the leaks,
Service records he misplaces.

But Hail to the Chief
For our mission is accomplished,
And if you don’t agree with that
Ashcroft will see you punished.