A James Baker Lament

My name is Jimmy Baker
I’m the guy who makes the plan;
If the Bushes have a problem
I’ve long been their go-to man.
When Saddam in Kuwait gambled
My riposte left him a wreck,
Cost the US next to nothing,
Earned our country great respect.

When young Bushboy seem to totter
Toward a Florida defeat,
Once again I worked my magic
Played the local yokels neat.
While the Dems on chads were counting
I another number sought,
Four to three to make a winner
In the US Supreme Court.

But alas, my latest efforts
For the Bush clan went awry,
An attempt to rescue Bushboy
From that kinky Cheney guy;
T’would have freed him from the quagmire,
From Iraq’s deep sucking clutch,
But instead the boy fell back upon
His wobbling right wing crutch.

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