They sent me a law against torture.
I signed it, although it was quaint.
I said, though, that I'm the decider
Of if something's torture or ain't.
I'll do what I want when I want to,
Though Congress's will may be foiled.
I've always done just what I want to.
You see, I'm a little bit spoiled.
The Congress wants mail left unopened,
Except through a court. They were blunt.
I signed that, but said in a statement
We'll open whatever we want.
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