Slapping the Face of Truth...a poem about Bush

Oh, I have slapped the face of truth, prevaricated and deceived like many ancient kings...
Upward I’ve climbed with help from Karl Rove and neocons, and done a hundred things the law does not allow.
Wheeled and dealed and given cushy contracts too,
High perhaps on drugs or booze,without a care,
I’ve lied my foolish head off,expanded ego craftily with hot air.
True,true, my diplomatic moves are few.
I’ve told a million tales with easy grace, and devastated language without a single clue.
And while with silent, mindless actions I have trod the heights of rank disgrace,
and, reaching out, have asked for help from Falwell’s God.