(the public confession he'll never make)
By Randall Winn
When in disgrace from my dorm room
Refusing to tell who supplied me with coke,
And, dodging the draft, to the air guard I bumbled
And flew very little, due to drink and to smoke,
Wishing I were in business, with daddy's name possessed,
By Poppy's pals supported whene'er I went broke,
Whole companies ruined where ever I messed,
My Master's of Business seemed only a joke,
When in this haze, with Harken fast
Happily I thought of this: insider trading!
Then taxpayers, like to Enron's bubble a-rising,
A stadium builded for me – most surprising!
The laugh of the world, our nation's chief resident,
I prove that anyone can grow up to be pResident!
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