the politics of politics

he may be smart.

'cause,

he drinks sunshine out of superman cups

and runs around with his cape

he's got no clue what kryptonite is

and doesn't know it can hurt him

so when he hears the bell

everything crashes and burns;

the sunshine drips out of the cup

and he walks down the stage.

(he just doesn't know it, yet)

. . . .

and America will love her.

(we're all sure of it)

she's got coke on the floor

and wipes it with her hanky

she's the type of girl who

listens to Adam Lambert and

engages in Political speak;

but she's just a child—

a little child who thinks too much

(and wants to win)

she's much too young.