Contempt

My farewell trip to Iraq Near six years kept my pact The war’s not done, more work ahead Two shoes fly right past my head Here’s your farewell kiss you dog Your mem’ry maybe these will jog Think you’re welcome here, instead, Two shoes barely miss my head To end this war is our mission Mister journalist for television The world’s a safer place, I’ve said As two shoes nearly thump my head So what! He throws his shoes, but then I’m glad I ducked those two size tens If you want to feel the world’s contempt Just become the U.S. President