Lawrence Hall, HSG
Our Former President Loves Us All
The People grant him power; he grasps for more
He asks them for their votes and for their deaths
His eunuchs tell us that it was just a joke
Like Two Corinthians walking into a bar
But when the folding chairs are folded away
And that one night of transient glory is over
The caucus captains and their caps depart
Cheap souvenirs tatted in white and gold
They stumble home through limousine fumes and ice:
“For a moment I was Somebody – it was nice”
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