In Bush we trust

In keeping with Clinton's heritage
the scene is set on a White House stage
the President tied to a four-poster bed
National Security Advisor providing bread(sic)

Connie, crooned the President
this isn't what I meant
when I said I wanted action
I was talking about distraction

We've used up Iraq and Afghanistan
could we not now blame Iran?
and claim that its gone nuclear
would that not generate fear?

No one would believe you, Sir
That Iraq was wrong, they still aver
and to repeat the mistake so soon
would be suicidal, honourable loon

But Connie dear, I need a ruse
the people are on such short fuse
and Katrina did us no good
by roughing up the neighbourhood

So, could we not a new tale spin
to keep it from doing us in?
A new hurricane, perhaps, to keep 'em busy
All this thinking makes me dizzy

Please relax, Sir, Powell intervened
from what Intelligence has or has not gleaned
while North Korea is the immediate threat
hanging them both is our best bet

Then there's nuclear disarmament
and our best friend, the Subcontinent
and terrorism hasn't died
just left us a little tongue-tied

There are a million dead issues to flog
and spin-doctors to wag the dog
Qaddafi, Castro, bin Laden are still at large
and you, dear Sir, are the man in charge

The Devil controls the oil rate
and they still can't count in Florida state
The evidence does seem quite plain
you must run for Office again

The President smiled, its good to hear
such encouragement from near and dear
and till the God-fearing, gun-toting people hold sway
I shall be President of the USA