The Elegant President: A Poem

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The Elegant President: A Poem for Mitt Romney



It's hard to be rich, ‘cause then poor people bitch ‘bout

Our houses, our cars, and our cruisers.

When I’m king, I won’t do a thing for the whiners

In diners; I don't work for losers.



I love you because you just paid fifty grand for a plate

I wish there were more of you great guys to love in each state

Don't worry, I won't do a thing for the folk serving dinner

I'll talk like they're not even here, ‘cause I just talk to winners.



No representation without some taxation

That's what the first tea party meant.

I'm the best man that money can buy for this nation;

The poor can't afford presidents.



What we need is an elegant country for elegant folk.

Not fuckups in pickups with hiccups from drinking and dope

Who can't afford healthcare, who can't afford dinners like this

Those people aren't drowning, they're waving their communist fists.