Transcendental Sonnet #966:
Having Some Fun With Your Dick!

Dick Cheney and his big round head
Which always rolls off to one side
Is evil yet seems good instead
To those whose brains have cracked and dried
For want of use for the abuse
Of having been told what to think

Not smelling the unholy stink
Of Halliburton in the air
Which follows Cheney everywhere
Nor knowing he has gone to bed
With all the biggest crooks on earth

If four more years let me be dead
Before that big round head's bionic birth
Into its true Darth Vader-hood for good

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+Steven Curtis Lance

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