You know that I regret my remark and all such transgressions of the tongue. It's not easy being me!

Sitting at my desk,
Deep into the night
The President fast asleep,
I, the veep, begin to weep.

They don't like me very much
I'm hardly human, out of touch
Nothing I do, that's good, matters
My dignity and image shatters

If only they knew!
I cry at night too!
I try my best to finish what I start
But they trample upon my heart!

Lynne consoles me the best she can
wipes my tears, says I'm her man
Yet I see her cry sometimes too
and I don't know what to do
Hide the paper
avoid the web
read sdai-tech-1's "why I like Cheney" instead

I've been all over the world for the USA
I walk the halls of power in the day
But the people hate me, or so it seems
wish me ill, enter my dreams

My ship has come in
It's too bad that it says
in bold letters on the side: VALDEZ

There. Now quit wasting time and get that report in my inbox before I get back to DC!