What’s another day? Another week?
Another month? Another year?
Rushing to fix we ‘prudentize’
for our electorate demands it be.
No hidden agendas here we attest.
See our hands outstretched the aisles.
Partisan ways? No, No, No, not our way!
For our electorate demands it be.
Approval ratings? Weather changes too!
Of course we know the voter’s mind!
Another day, another week, no problem be.
‘Prudentize’ we will, ‘prudentize’ we’ll be.
For our electorate demands it be!
Gullible, aren’t they? No, I didn’t say that!
It must have been across the aisle
For I am always ‘prudentizingly’ prudent!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem