When your base don’t love you,
you must try to make them love you:
Paul’s the way.
None wants to be near you;
in fact, some of them will jeer you. . .
“Go away!”

Taller, though, are you than he is;
at the least, he is real.
Creepier than pol pal P. is—
the man at least has some appeal.

When the base don’t need you,
find a way to make them heed you:
Paul’s the way.
He’d put us in arrears,
but I bet he would have a beer—
suds OK.

You know that you have no credence:
anything you will say.
And that’s why no one loves you,
so to try to make them love you
Paul’s the way;
Paul’s in play.

You’d need someone above you
Recall: Cheney was above, too,
all the way,
called the play.