I'm Kamala - your next President

I'm sitting pretty biding my time Staying real quiet towing the line, For President Biden, that lovely old man Playing the game as only I can. Why make loud waves, somehow act up, When everything soon will fall in my lap, Quiet will do it, with a giggle or two, Hold my cards close and see this thing through. Joe barely knows and doesn’t much care When all he can muster is the 50 yard stare, Once a great man now just a shell Hell of a shame he can't hear the bell. Time is my friend for as every week passes, The closer I get to those fawning masses, Cheering me on as I take our great oath Sealing my path, cementing my growth. Joe's a mere tool I’ll use till I'm ready, But it needs to be soon as he's ever less steady, Have him beat Trump, that foul mouthed buffoon, Then on to dear Joe who shan't be immune. The Media will gush, but just for a bit, While I contentedly wait and quietly sit, One gaffe way too many, they'll call for his head, And here am I ready to jump in instead. Madam President, sure has a ring, A fine tune Beyonce will conjure and sing, As to the fact I wasn't elected, Who cares if it's me that must be selected. For those that once doubted my inscrutable skills, It gives me the goosebumps and even the chills, I socked it to Hillary and Trumped the great chump, So call me Kamala, the Queen and a Champ.