You're agin' us. You don't need to know.

The records are gone from their places:
Re-classified! That erases
Your chance to make plots
Or connect any dots.
See, it's all on a need-to-know basis.

Mr Cheney, Explained

Well, this shooting's become such a mess,
That I've gone on Fox News to confess:
I've no fear of the law,
Or much else. My one flaw:
I'm deathly afraid of the Press.

Cheney Aims for Foot, Misses

They’ll spy, to who knows what ends;
They’ll lie, and ne’er make amends.
They’re so compromised,
I don’t know why we’re surprised.
-- What’s a little buckshot ‘tween friends?

I Can't Budge It

Our new budget is nothing to fear -- no,
'Cause cuts 'cross the board are here. So,
Except for defense
Where we abandon pretense,
Feel free to move around any zero.