The Part Of Him

He was elected, wingnut raised and corn fed

Teabags dragging on the chamber floor

He did what he had to do to get southern boys to vote for you

To grease the wheels to get you in the door

But he must of said some things

that made them think that he was strange

and made them wonder if he was one of them

So they had to call him in but he wouldn’t make amends

so they had to reel the poor boy in

He was an absolute piece of shit to tell the truth

But he never told the truth to me

He never told the truth to you don’t think he ever set out to

He was indifferent to honesty

His positions were pre-ordained to help conceal his vast disdain

for anything that lessened his appeal

His integrity was phoning in, totally Nixonian

honing in the art of making deals

He was a piece of work, more or less a total jerk

His own mama called him an SOB

He never worked an honest day, just kissed up to a better way

to sell the cow you could get for free

When he got out of line, they snatched him up from behind

and put him in a box with fancy trim

Rolled him out for all to see his rendezvous with destiny

Now someone else will play the part of him