White House

White house

Dear mr. President, I don't know where to start

Lately, I've been concerned about your wherabouts

Despite the bodyguards, enhanced monitoring

I have this sinking feeling your health and safety here is at stake

These four walls are the only things you're allowed to see

Your oval office looks more of a square to me

The debriefing room is a field of broken dreams

Your meals are half-food, half-pills

This white house is not the same

No one wants to run this 4 year mandate

To end up on the wall of fame

We're all surely be presidents of a white house someday

Another day goes by

Another king's been crowned

Another stretcher's rolling

Another presidential funeral

Please sir, try this new suit

or should I say a gown

Never in my life have I seen

a scepter with tubes and wires

With so many fellow-citizens circling the drain

We nominate new candidates here every day

Those events might never get on the news

So they'll start again with someone new