We didn’t try to kill the president
We only sought to rough him up a bit
Like Moses, who we know by accident
Killed someone who was giving someone shit
We held him down, removed his kevlar vest
We stuffed the Constitution in his mouth
We tattooed five commandments on his chest
At number six the whole affair went south
Apparently his clothes were soaked in crude
When someone lit a match to smoke a cig
It’s odd how our intent was misconstrued
And how he smelled just like a roasting pig
In retrospect, we should have put him out
But then, that’s what elections are about