He's JB, and I'm JB, but I'm not he; all we share is "called" letters.
See how he runs his big mouth and shuns veracity. Why?
He's lying.

Bullshitting unshorn flake, waiting for UN to shun.
Court-of-nations knee-jerk, stewed, with ruddy toot face,
Man, you're a hungover boy! Ingest some hair of dog.
A living-dead man; he's the UN man,
Looks like a walrus,
Googly-eyed stooge.

Miffed synthetic peace man sitting
With some legit peace men in a row.
See how they'll shy from loony with red eyes, the cowboy's chum,
He's lying. [4x]

Yellow matted mustard, dripping from face-hair-togged guy.
Cracker boss says this guy reforms that UN mess.
He knocked on the door of girl; he yelled and dressed her down.

He won't relent, man; he's the UN man,
Looks like a walrus,
Googly-eyed stooge.

He speaks English, unlike papa Bush and his dumb son.
That son is so dumb, he's got no plan
For Iraq in years post-Hussein.

Back to UN man: is he human, man?
Looks like a Walrus,
Googly-eyed stooge, googly-eyed stooge.

Experts, schmexperts, smoke is choking?
Kyoto Protocol lapsed, boo-hoo!
That is his style; he thinks like a child;
He's very snide--
And trying.

Semi-lucid pill-head eyes you with a spiteful glower,
Hellish mental pinhead, spit-tinged hairy whiskers,
Man looks like sickly scions from mind of E.A. Poe.

He won't relent, man; he's the UN man,
He will appall us,
Googly-eyed stooge. [4x]


RECITATION FROM "THE RAPE OF LUCRECE":
A hungry lean-faced villain,
A mere anatomy, a mountebank,
A threadbare juggler, and a fortune-teller,
A needy, hollow-eyed, sharp-looking wretch,
A living-dead man.