We cowered in terror and hid ‘neath our bedsnIn a foetal position curlednFor just two hours on Saturday Dick Cheney was running the worldnDick Cheney was running the worldnWe prayed to all our various gods to see us through this fixnOn Saturday for two hours the finger on the button was Dick’snThe big itchy finger was Dick’snPresident Dubya had it easier under blissful anaesthesianWith a camera up his bum, it’s alright for some!nHe’s ok, they found no tumours, and do not believe the rumoursnMost malicious and unfair that they were looking for his brain up therenBut while W snored with his nethers explored unconscious and contentnWe chewed our nails warily as temporarily Cheney was PresidentnDick Cheney was president