WHEN YOU FISH TO WIN A WAR
When you fish to win a war, take no preference with whom you spar
Many things you’ll start transpire to undo youIf you embark in sin your schemes, so bequest a failed regime
When you fish to win a war as schemers doHate you’ll find, it binds to those who loathe
The neat distilment of their secret wrongingLike a dolt who sees he’s nude, hate seeps in and sees thru you
When you fish to win a war, your schemes miscue
Bush and Cheney would be real hard put to get real close to anybody for fear they would whap them with their noses!
At least it rhymes, though.