deep, deep apologies to L Bernstein/S. Sondheim’s “I Feel Pretty,” but—it’s convenient, so convenient,so unlucky he happened to die—but convenient,so convenient it couldmake me cry.
while disarming, it’s alarminghis harming himself as he could:it just happenedin a split second, no onethought he would!
see the petty man in the white house, there,why is he laughing with glee?such a lucky guynone to testifymaybe not even he!
it’s convenient, so convenient,“convenient’s” the art of the deal—it’s no biggy,now no piggycan actually squeal.
we’re left hanging, alarms clanging,suspicions fright’ningly high—so convenientso convenient his bestpal had to die!