Act II: Verses 6 - 10
I asked our nation's leader who stated glibly
I have a plan to shoot her in the belly
And after this act of predation
Move to my undisclosed location
If it fails I'll just blame Scooter Libby
But Dick I won't commit murder
I prefer to not even hurt her
The scientists who contrive
To continually keep you alive
It's with them I'd like to confer
He referred me to Doctor Zhivago
A cryogenic scientist in Chicago
Had the secret of the matter
A frozen head on a platter
Carried by Salma a comely Chicano
Salma bode me stand closer to see
I was doing just that when she directed me
Back to that frozen head
Although obviously long dead
Staring at me the face of Dick Cheney
My God what are the implications
Is Dick's heart lacking palpitations
Is Zhivago really Boris Karloff
Must I cut Tina Fey's head off
Is Salma signaling romantic invitations
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