The Republican (Slam For Contest)

I would listen to your problem, But I don't have time. So, I will give a statement, In the form of a rhyme. Up the political ladder, I did climb. I raised every dime, But how I did it Should be considered a crime. The fact of the matter is I really don't care! So, go ahead and stare! Your problem Is not my burden to bare! Who are you to talk to me About what is and is not fair? Don't you dare! I know where you are, But "I'VE never been there." I always had a lair. I had the good sense to be born of rich blood, While the rest of you were born to duds, Born to live in your houses of "HUD." I'm a stud, Born and bred to sling political mud. From my home, I've never been forced to leave. So, I've never been forced to grieve. Never been forced to receive A note that left me peeved. So, I don't know how it feels to be thieved. And furthermore, Like I said before, I never looked for work. All I had to do was walk through a door. Job hunting is for the poor! Not for those who soar, Nor for those Who are ahead in the score. I never "HAD" to work, But I always had a good job. So, I really don't understand your mob. I'm not "TRYING" to be a snob. I just had to turn a door knob. So, I don't know how it feels to be robbed. So What! So What! What if a few jobs got shipped away? You should be able to get a new job Where ever you may. You should be able to get a new job Close To Where ever you stay, Or at least To Where ever you lay. Tomorrow is a new day! And, in time, You will be back on your feet. Don't worry about being put out on the street, Or those days When you had to go without something to eat. Are you going to let THAT Spell your defeat? Look! Politics Is the game that I play. For me, There can be no other way. Some sacrifices Are the prices that we are forced to pay. So, listen to the words that I say. Sooner or later, The sun will come out At least one day, For you to feel At least one ray.