Iowahawk sets Obama's foreign policy to music. Too funny.
In trying to explain himself when bombing foreign lands,
It behooves a modern president to keep his prose in hand.
One little slip in lexicon accounting for the rubble
Will end up in congressional investigative trouble.
I must admit the messaging is really quite atrocious
But if you say it soft enough, you'll always sound precocious,
In olden days they called this thing a stale three-letter word
But in this new millenium I find that quite absurd.
My unabridge-ed thesaurus is dog-eared through and through,
One syllable seems pitiful when thirteen more will do!
When you put it in that way it won't seem so ferocious.
Gargle first with Listerine in case of halitosis,
Unlike Bush adventurism, there's no "war" to fear
It's um... it's er... it's uh... it's mmm... let me be crystal clear
In days not weeks we cease it all, for "peace," or as you know,
A neologic tailor-made for media hypnosis
If you hear it long enough you'll drink until cirrhosis,
*Iowahawk reminds you: song parodies are the lowest form of humor