you look and feel
so unpresident
the way you walk
the way you talk
and the way you
try to make everybody like you
they are so unpresident
i am wondering why
you ever want to be
mr president
because you look
so unpresident
and your running mate
she purs and slurs
like a bridge to nowhere
one wonders why you
ever want to be
mr president
yoiu look and feel
so unpresident
how you could ever
think of the oval office
as your career
i understand that
i could sing the whole
day and you would
still want to be president
and things wont change
the sun is getting down
lets go home and
lets go home
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem