hands so cold that they go numb
bang that podium like a drum
hair slicked back like candle wax
the other guy, he'll raise the tax
perform those lines like shakespeare
well rehearsed to make them fear
the last act in a national play
sound bites repeat what you say
dust flies through shafts of light
camera bulbs that seem so bright
think about some other place
but show your stony happy face
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