Ridge Is a Bumbling Cipher

Induce fear in
One and all.
Raise color levels high,
And then let them fall.

His shoulders, wide,
His suit well-cut,
But substance can't be found.

That Tom Ridge is a bumbling cipher—
Look: the level's down.
That Tom Ridge is a bumbling cipher—
First it's up; then down.

Bush took this guy out
Of his little league:
Pennsylvania blowhard;
He'll discomfit you.

He looked the part—
Tall, dark, handsome. . .
Gone when brains handed out.

That Tom Ridge is a bumbling cipher—
Look: the level's down.
That Tom Ridge is a bumbling cipher—
First it's up; then down.

Get silver duct tape,
Single-ply
Plastic covers that line
Your windows, screens, and doorways
From things fissile
Or bad pathogens—
He's got a Quaylish mind.

First Tom Ridge has us doubling over,
Spreading fear around.
Then Tom Ridge is just bubbling over.
As he plays it down.