Electoral Elixir
I'm losing
I'm losing bad,
and I always win
I'm mad
I'm losing to a girl,
and that is the number one macho sin
You gotta help me out,
heard you got a way to turn this thing around
The sign says, come to you when in doubt,
now what can you do to get me that presidential crown
Aah, what doth I to service thee,
knowest yon future what the price be?
A distressed king's soul render the highest fee
Listen you old witch,
don't price haggle with me
Whatever the cost is, I agree
But you gotta move quick,
it has to be done fast
The polls are plummeting, my campaign's out of gas
The cost incurred, ye will surely pay
But set thine oath aside,
to be visited upon some cloud shrouded day
Now ye seek to pilfer power democratically
Done in dark guise,
as maleficent vessels move in water secretively
Now you're talking my talk,
but I still don't have the slightest clue
What does the boil in the cauldron reveal to you?
Does it see me winning,
am I victorious at the end of it all?
What's the verdict, what's the call?!
Yea, yea, the pot with the witches brew doth speak,
and the events it portend
will surely be of the enticing thine heart seek
Drink of the bitter elixir, O my vexed prince;
drink of it all, drink of it deep
Let not one drop be spilled, or remain hence
For the thing ye desire so desperately to hold,
in the elixir tis now bound to thine soul
Whilst watchful eyes weary, and diligence wax cold
For the thing ye greatly desire so desperately to see:
As a thief, this election, ye will abscond electorally
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2016
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