IT WAS GRAND TO BE RUNNING

IT WAS GRAND TO BE RUNNING
(To tune of “It’s a Grand Night for Singing,” by Richard Rodgers and Oscar Hammerstein II, from film “State Fair.”)

It was grand to be running
Campaigning’s one more show
In your White House chair
while they blow-dry your hair
reality may bite your toe.

It was grand to be running.
When promised walls rang true.
Now you’ve been elected
and you’ll be expected
to prove what you really can do.
That wall may fall on you.

Maybe you’ll learn to be calm.
Maybe you’ll learn to go slow.
You might come to see
that the Presidency
is not a reality show.

Maybe you’ll think more than talk.
Maybe you’ll grow to be wise.
Maybe the earth will crash into the sun
and burn up before your own eyes.

It was grand to be running.
Cheer Mr. Pres. your chum.
You don’t see your error
why others feel terror
as “things fall apart”, for some.
“The blood dimmed tide” has come

.Lyric © by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
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DON’T WANT TO VOTE

DON’T WANT TO VOTE
(To tune of “This Can’t be Love,” by Richard Rodgers and Lorenz Hart)

Don’t want to vote.
The candidates all suck
Vote Trump? Vote Clinton? Vote ne’er!

Don’t want to vote.
Would prefer Donald Duck.
To this madam or billionaire.

Oh make these two shut up
Cause when they speak.
My knees grow weak, from
Mal de mer.

Don’t want to vote.
A liar or a schmuck?
I’ll toss a coin in the air.

But it’s my right to vote.
No right to flout.
I’d be called out, so
I will vote.

Don’t want to vote.
But I’ll be at the polls.
To cast my vote in despair.

Lyric © by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
All rights reserved