Little Dick Cheney
picks at his brainy,
and asks how he could have known?

“No warning at all
that the buildings would fall.
Well, except maybe building 7.”

While little Don Rummey,
arms over his tummy,
licks his trillion dollar cone.

“So, we’ve lost a few dollars.”
But nobody hollers,
’cause tomorrow’s September 11.

And little George Dubya
won’t even troub ya
to throw him a legal bone.

‘Cause signing his statements,
means no abatement
to the power before his throne.