by Edmund Conti
When your son (what a guy!) meets a Russian and spy
That�sa politics.
When he then says �So what?� since they got diddly squat
That�sa politics.
Dems will sing "What a ding-a-ling, what a ding-a-ling"
And you�ll sing �Mar-a-Lago.�
Let them sing, "Junior Junior jerk, Junior Junior jerk"
You can all keep Chicago.
When the votes make you drool even though it�s not cool
That�sa politics.
When you dance down the street tweeting tweet after tweet
You�re on top.
When you walk in a dream and you�re fooling your team and the voters
Scuzza me, but you see, just between you and me
That�sa politics
Edmund Conti is not related to Eddie "Butterass" Conti nor is he connected. Not to anyone. Especially not the Poetry Mafia.