Duh Ehnd

You have to admit his genius
Even if he's a little focused
On his flight pants and penis.

He vacantly drawls and dumbly smirks
Through vacuous speeches and misdirecting hunts,
(whether for ducks, or muslims, or even Ecos in Birks.)

Yet even then you're surprised to discover
That half of this country believes he's a saint!
(While the other half runs for bolthole or cover.)

But one thing for certain you can verily expect…
None of his records (or crimes) will his
Loyal PR dogs allow you to closely inspect.

(Here, Rove! Here, Skawt! Gud dawggehs!)

"Duh ehnd…"

(…of this once great nation.)