One winter a King and for his palace, a tent.
His quest for power came through power
And in the subsidies where money was spent.
He gleaned for himself considerable wealth
And crafted his own gilded tower
Power by rule, power by stealth
And to this task he was bent
The trek of this King that found him in Maine
Would trade him his palace, a tent
For a mansion of wood that was Blaine
A Governor who called himself King
Who knew of his final intent?
What of the wind? What will it bring?
Its breezes have subsidies sent
Bluster, a gale, a storm’s in the air
A powerful change could ensue
And more wealth is waiting out there
If such a King could get himself close
To one who is leading the Blue?
For subsidies, he has the most
The King needs the President
He advocates laws
That force us to buy
Just what the King wants to sell
Once under their paws
No matter the lies
We’ll all have to answer the bell
Now that this King is farming the wind
The laws state we must buy his farm
And if he fails we also must pay him to mend
It’s all just a system to rig
The President does it with charm
We pay it all! What a gig!
The money who knows where it went
A King wishes now and it is his intent
To get closer to money for power
There are subsidies that need to be spent
The President holds considerable wealth
He in his own gilded tower
Power by rule! Power by stealth!
A King and a President