FAREWELL, and when forth …
I from Marine One to “Executive One”
Steer without smiling, through the sea of smiles,
Isle upon isle, over the mall and cheering multitudes
Isle upon island, to the gilded gates of Dallas
Why should I sail, why should the breeze?
Being President is hard, and I have been “The Decider”
A hopeless sail I spread, and take Cheney with me (the bastard)
Why should I from isle to isle
Sail, a hopeless sailor?
(With apologies to Robert Luis Stevenson)