I can’t understand the words you write
What is it that you mean
My greatness tells me it’s just not right
It doesn’t match with what I have seen
My experience in matters such as this
Provides my greatness in this art
You must be a fool to reminisce
And attack the one so smart
I write the truth in all its glory
It’s true because I wrote it
Just look at my latest inventory
Of articles great in depth and wit
And if it happens to be proven wrong
I dance a jig and try to slash
Attacking the one who proved my song
Was lies and full of trash
And if my writing comes unglued
By the reality of the situation
Thus proving I’ve been screwed
I’ll mention Bush and say it’s his creation
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