Ozymandias is burned on toast
He’s dragging his bony ass back to Crawford
He’s fat and hairy like Peter Lawford
He’s the Least where once he was the Most
Ozymandias is no longer green as grass
Now we’ve discovered we can be Black as a berry
No way can Ozy regain his Cherry
Because Our Boy is a flat out pain in the ass
We’ve suffered Ozy through his sullen spaces
We’ve starved our senses through events we never wished
To experience; poor Laura Oz has missed her menses
Experienced menopause in all those juicy places
Lord Cheney Oz has become meaner than mean
Condi Oz has finished propping up the plaster
God knows poor Condi was never alabaster
At least she was capable of cutting the scene
Powell Oz has pulled the skids out from under
All these Brute Beasts …
not that they were ever tony
Their mutual Dawn has now come up like thunder
Since Ozzie Powell endorsed Mister Ebony
Yes:
Ozymandias is now royally Toasted
But not in France and not in Monteneg’
If we forget how Oz was once Too Big
We can now rejoice how he’s become roasted
Ozymandias has become Yesterday’s News
For those of us who knew he really wasn’t nice
We can all congratulate ourselves
OZYMANDIAS STINKS ON ICE
So lock all the doors
screw in all the screws
Since now Old Ozymandias has turned vanilla
We have to deal with that Turkey-Chopper
sticking her brute neck out of Wasilla