The November vote ended our suffering through the latest round of cynical congressional elections.  Now, the bandwagons are rolling on the 2016 presidential campaign.  Will we be duped again?

(To the tune of, “Charade,” by Henry Mancini and Johnny Mercer from the movie of the same name).

When they play their charade.
Nothing is as appearing.
They play a part,
dishonest art,
show actors on a stage

It’s all a masquerade.
Paper thin masks they’re wearing.
Not one word said
from their own head
only what’s on the page.

Then when the vote comes in.
The masks grow unrefined.
As IOUs begin
to be repaid in kind.

Then we know we’ve been played.
Bitter and angry, swearing
not to forget.
But we forget
each time they play charade.
But we forget
not to forget,
each time they play charade.

Lyric © 2015 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
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With the debates over, we can sight the finnish line of this election cycle. I think all will welcome its passing.

(To the tune of “It’s the Last Dance,” by Sammy Cahn & Jimmy Van Heusen), from the Frank Sinatra Capitol Records concept album “Come Dance with Me.”)

It’s the last month
We’re into the last month
November is dawning
We head to the polls

Those media spots, we’re sick of them
Realpolitik of them
They bore me to tears
But at least we’ll not hear that noise
For four more years

It’s the last month
Thank God it’s the last month
No more, rude debating
Parading of goals

The candidates, may both be uncouth
But in the voting booth
We’re masters of fate

Enduring the last month
After a long last month
Be winners or losers
We’ll all, celebrate

Lyric © 2012 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
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(To tune of “I’m Moving Out,” by Billy Joel)

Governor Romney says the rich are your friend
Such friends never pay the kid’s college
Vote for him now, and he says you’ll have a job
Though facts he will never acknowledge.
And if you believe in that
If you believe in that
Soon he’ll be telling you
The world is flat

Congressman Ryan is a heck of a guy
Measure the choice Mitt selected
For Medicare he has a better idea
Trust him if he gets elected
But what’s underneath his hat?
If you believe in that
Soon he’ll be telling you
The world is flat

I fear where these two are at
And if you don’t smell a rat
If you still believe in that
The world is flat

Lyric © 2012 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
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 (To tune of, “Taking a Chance on Love,” by Vernon Duke & John La Touche)

 Here they go again
The  campaign trumpets blow again
Watch the  show again
Making elections dumb

See them vie again
Accuse and then deny again
Campaigning lie for lie again
Making elections dumb

You’d think we’d learn from the last time
Are we dumber than goats?
To them this game is a past time
And the race is on for votes

Oh what gall again
Assaulted in the fall again
We’re made to watch them brawl again
Making elections dumb

Additional verses
We’re, unimpressed again
The candidates undressed again
Making us feel depressed again
From this election numb

All put out again
From that November doubt again
What was it all about again?
Making elections dumb

Lyric © 2012 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
All rights reserved