Parody for Literature Class

Yeah I know - it's been a long time since I posted.  I actually have a lot to talk about - just not enough time.  Here is a parody I just finished writing for my literature class - it's a fun read.  I've posted first the song lyrics that I used for my parody.  This is a really good song and I really enjoy it - hopefully my parody is never turned into a song.  I should be able to post again either tomorrow or Monday...

James Blunt - You're Beautiful Lyrics

My life is brilliant.
My love is pure.
I saw an angel.
Of that I'm sure.
She smiled at me on the subway.
She was with another man.
But I won't lose no sleep on that,
'Cause I've got a plan.  

You're beautiful. You're beautiful.
You're beautiful, it's true.
I saw your face in a crowded place,
And I don't know what to do,
'Cause I'll never be with you. 

 Yeah, she caught my eye,
As we walked on by.
She could see from my face that I was,
Fucking high,
And I don't think that I'll see her again,
But we shared a moment that will last till the end.  

You're beautiful. You're beautiful.
You're beautiful, it's true.
I saw your face in a crowded place,
And I don't know what to do,
'Cause I'll never be with you.
You're beautiful. You're beautiful. 
You're beautiful, it's true.
There must be an angel with a smile on her face,
When she thought up that I should be with you.
But it's time to face the truth,
I will never be with you.
 

 Parody by Justin - My Presidency 

My presidency is genius.
My vice-president, a true master.
On 9-11 we all saw terrorism.
On 9-11 I saw opportunity.
American turned to me.
I was their man.
No more vacations in Texas,
 Because now I have a plan. 

You're a terrorist.  You're a terrorist.
You're a terrorist, fuck you.
I can hear your voice on your wire-tapped phone,
And I know just what to do,
Off to Guantanamo with you.  

Yeah, you're in my way,
I have an agenda to follow through.
I'll won't share any internal memos because I'm the,
Fucking president,
And I don't think we'll see Osama again,
But that's OK – we have Saddam. 

You're a terrorist.  You're a terrorist.
You're a terrorist, fuck you.
I can hear your voice on your wire-tapped phone,
And I know just what to do,
Off to Guantanamo with you.
 You're a terrorist.  You're a terrorist.
You're a terrorist, fuck you.
There's my dad and Bill with a smile on their face,
As they realized I pulled the big one on you.
You can bank on it – you'll never hear the truth 
From my administration, we'll always lie to you.