POLITICAL SATIRE FOR THE PEOPLE

Verse:
The cameras roll, the promises run,
Another four years and nothing gets done.
Open the books, put the deadline in sight,
Citizens first and the future done right.

Chorus:
One term, get it done,
No donor owns Washington.
From Joliet streets to the White House lawn,
America Really First—then pass it on.

Verse:
I learned from the people who worked every day,
From family caregivers who never walked away.
From Will County roads to a country in doubt,
You fix what is broken—you do not sell out.

Chorus:
From Joliet to the White House,
No billionaire writing what comes out.
Ask me why I am running—hear the people out,
From Joliet to the White House.

Verse:
The Blob has a lobby and the lobby has a key,
The key opens budgets nobody gets to see.
They classify the failure, televise the spin,
Then hire the same consultant to investigate again.

Chorus:
The Blob has a lobby, the donor has a chair,
The voter gets a survey asking if we care.
Turn on every light, let the records breathe,
No secret government hiding underneath.

Verse:
The country needs a briefing, the staff needs rest,
But the caps-lock button says it knows best.
One hundred posts and a spelling fight,
The algorithm is commander in chief tonight.

Chorus:
At the 3 a.m. posting desk,
Every grievance gets a presidential crest.
Put the phone down, read the brief,
The people need results—not another beef.