On Tuesday, there were twenty who proclaimed I shoudn’t serve.
On Wednesday, whoops – now twenty-two! Those reps sure got some nerve…
My campaign for House Speaker’s going in the wrong direction;
maybe bad that I denied the outcome of the last election.
Since two-thousand-and-six within the Congress I’ve been sitting;
from Day One until right now on all progress I’ve been shitting.
And yet somehow I thought that I deserved to be the Speaker:
without legislative prowess, merely as attention-seeker.
To the right of even right-wing, I’ve been thought of as a nihilist.
As our politics turn vile, it’s clear that I’m among the vile-est.
As a Representative, there isn’t one thing I’ve accomplished.
I reject democracy, and all things circumstance and pomp-ish.
Here’s a hint: when I say “facts” – just lies and innuendo there.
As a former wrestling champ and coach, I’m now placed in par terre.
Twice I thought I had the votes, but now my future is in doubt.
You can’t wrestle with your conscience when with one you are without.
