right arm, palm open of course.
Even if you are not yet tired,
you wanna show the doubters who's boss
of all bosses, king of the heap,
the best ever, the finest
and never some creep that peeped
backstage in dressing rooms
at pageants he ran
(with his bew-t-fool hair
and his gorgeous tan),
who is such a great president
in ways that are vital
that I've heard many suggesting
retiring the title
and dispensing
with elections and they're accompanying strife
and declaring me president
for the rest of the life
of the planet,
which I think is fair
because without me here
why would anyone care
to live on
but just to make certain
I'm arranging the fall
of THE FINAL CURTAIN.