I promise the moon and throw in the stars,
I’ll campaign in meadows and even in bars.
Hold babies in diapers – press flesh with the best,
spill out that pure bull with vigor and zest.
I’ll ride in a limo, tractor, or truck,
whatever it takes to garner a buck.
The polls they don’t matter unless I’m on top,
then hang on real tight and hope I don’t drop.
I don’t have a conscience as it’s such a drag,
no guilt for my actions – I try not to brag.
I’m in for the votes and the power it brings,
it’s not for the timid – it does come with strings.
As now I move forward to grasp at my goal,
I really don’t care if I’m selling my soul.
I’ll answer dumb questions – not act like a snob,
I’m banking the best just don’t want the job.