Mr. President

Just a poem

Mr. President

1.

I just paid a visit

To a demon in hell

And when he saw me

He told me well, well

To whom I should pay

Honor of your visit

Am I right to say

It's not social, is it?

The demon and I

Whom I knew before

Were raised together

As friends, or more

A change of luck

I told, but he said

Then what the fuck

Do you want instead?

The president, to be

Of the U.S. of A

Because you can see

None's better, anyway

And I want control

On all world's trade

And make them all

Feel shitty afraid

2.

"I can put you maybe

In Afghanistan

Where there you will be

My number one man

You shall have control

On opium and drugs

And my man in the land

Of nice Persian rugs

Because your query

is a little bit odd

President of the U.S.

Needs approval of God"

"There is an opening

Where you stand a chance

To make you president

Of Italy, or France

In Buckingham palace

Or ten Downing street

The Queen is dead, so

There is a vacant seat"

3.

But I asked the demon,

Just for a change,

A meeting with God

If he could arrange

"But God is busy

You know that well

How about I take you

For a tour in Hell?

You can watch presidents

Suffering in pain

Dictators and kings

All who used to reign

Maybe it'll make you

Change your mind

And look for something

Easier to find"

But I was stubborn

And I told my friend

You help me, or our

Friendship will end

"But God is busy and

Have very long queue

He said, but let me

See what I can do"

4.

To look at presidents

And kings off guard

Without security

Or S.S.S...guard

Was really amusing

For a day or two

That's when the demon

Said meeting's due

5.

"We knew what you

Were doing on Earth

How much you're evil

Since day of your birth

But why are you seeking

That worldly post

They all, will end here

Hell will be their host"

So, I said I don't want

To be cast in fire

And begged to grant me

My worldly desire

6.

Now, it's the year of

Twenty, twenty one

Still, I have to wait

For three years more

Vote, but consider

It is already done

I'll be your president

In twenty, twenty four