Dead Eye Dick Poem by Stanley Cooper

Always knew Cheyney was slick
Slicker than slick is old Dead Eye Dick
This pseudo athlete, hunting for quail
Much like his policies, was destined to fail

He needed a gunner’s course of instruction
Before using his weapon of mass destruction
This weapon he used for his bird-brained attack
He found in his hometown, not in Iraq

Birds, have no fear, he’s not a straight shooter
He’s much like his buddy, first name of Scooter
When they retire, we birds will be joyous
No more Bushes or Cheyneys around to destroy us