Well, the election for the most powerful post in the free world
is under way, and I have fed my children.
Cheerios, with the less healthy stuff on top.
My sinuses are clogged and I don’t feel all that up
to my own peculiar responsibility, and let me tell you,
in the grand scheme of things, my poll numbers aren’t even that high.
But if elected, by God and my constituent humours,
to a term of one more day, I hereby promise you
I will honor the thousand-year-old stirrings
that brought me to this moment, and do my part
to make democracy risky to the status quo world.
My platform is unconditional surrender to laughing children.
I will fail over time, but then, so did Ali.
Make bread and butter fly, swing while you be.