Poetry / Please Believe Me (Analysis)

Lamb chop butter albatross infection brought sunshine to the dance.
Left wing liberal media with smoke mirrors put me in such a trance.
The king they nominated through undue process dropped the ball in downtown Tennessee.
And then came dirty rain clouds that dropped the bomb of integers on you and on me.

The numbers game was naught but blame, and everyone knew it was just more of the same.
Behind a picket fence you were so dense to think that anyone could hope to know your name.
And fortunes lost and fortunes won, lives we've only just begun- and those who said it's still okay to care.
So come with me and the GOP and rally like we ought to be, and wave the flag of freedom if you still dare.

And please believe me.
Please believe me.
Please believe me.
Please believe ME!
When I say that we're.... not done.

Allocated agencies were meant to bottle pageantry, and demonize the queen of the prom.
But wicked is as wicked does, and popularity fades because- the dragon only exists here for some.
Shepherds quake. Your talk is fake. The country basks.... in your wake.
You act like you're above the rest with silver wings upon your chest- and truth be told forgot where you've come from.

I don't understand the way you think, you say we're always on the brink, and yet you cannot bring yourself to decide.
You think the bigger issue is, what lies beneath the one big biz, and I say that's not where Kennedy walked beside.
Instead it's where the young man fell, and satan's spawn were sent to hell- it lies where you would go had you no fear.
But climb instead inside your jet, and Washington's bloody son you vet, for advice when the foreign kings come here.

But please believe me.
Please believe me.
Please believe me.
Please believe ME!
When I say that you're... not the one.

The last man standing for you and me, should have been all he could be, and never waiver in the face of death.
And say to me with certainty that country comes first and guarantee he'll defend that right till his dying breath.
I'm running out of sympathy, for the foreign policy, that freedom is a burden not a privilige for one and all to own.
If national security is a top priority- you cannot swallow the prophecy, I'll wake up at 3 am but hang up the phone.

Conservative ain't a dirty word and republicans that want to win just one more time for Reagan, not for Bush
For Abraham and Rooesevelt and all the sorrows that we've felt, let's kick those washingtonians in the tush
While Palin's railin' on politics as usual, and congress dresses casual to the ball. We'll all laugh as they fall. There's no obstacle too tall!
For the man who puts his mind to right can never be swayed by what is wrong, so goes my song forever punctuating liberty in life and saying...

Please believe me.
Please believe me.
Please believe me.
Please believe ME!
When I say... Mac is... our man.

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