O'Reilly Goes Fishing
Took my favorite rod and flies,
waded out hip-deep, where the river
bends to the right, and started casting
aspersions, doubts, accusations,
reeling in my catch, one after another.
Tonight I have bigger fish to fry.
My fans won't even realize that I've
filleted my dish of reason, logic,
and fairness, nor will they notice
when I choke on the bones.