I'm not fooling myself. It's never gonna happen.
And I don't care if you are dashing or charming. I don't need no damn made-up GQ model, or need you to win fashion awards or get on some fancy magazine cover. I'm not effing marrying you, ffs.
I'm not looking to be entertained. This ain't no Hollywood movie, chump. You don't need to be a glamorous actor. We've had enough of the Reagan Revolution. Get over that, already. And the White House isn't really Camelot.
I don't care if you're short or tall and manly. You could be a two foot dwarf. I freakin' don't care.
I don't care if you're an old prune-faced dude. Maybe that's what we need now. Someone who's been through some hard knocks.
I don't care if you're handsome, pretty, or good-looking. I'm not going to be peering at your wrinkled, weathered mug when I get up in the cold morning. Hell, you don't want to see me in the morning, either.
I don't care how you tuck in your shirt, or if your hair looks like Albert Einstein's. In fact, if that helps you get through a day and not fuck up or kill innocent doctors in Afghanistan, you can even spill food on your clothes. I just don't care.
I don't care if you got a D from the NRA, or an F. That's good enough.
I don't care if you have the gift of humor, I haven't been in the mood for jokes lately anyway, and besides, a president gets to be gruff, it should come with the goddamn territory.
I don't care if you're a pinko-commie socialist that wants to turn us into Sweden. I could use a change. In fact, socialism sounds pretty good right about now.
And I don't care what your religion is, as long as you know enough to not force religious shit on me. I'm not a man of faith. I lost that a long time ago, if I ever had it to begin with.
I don't really care what you did forty years ago. I hear you marched or got arrested or something. At least you got some exercise. And you cared about some things. You don't have to be a saint or Martin Luther King. You were a lot like my dad back then. He was no saint either, but he was a good man, and he did what he could.
I don't care what stupid, corrupt political party you did or didn't belong to. That doesn't put food on my table, so there is no good reason to give a fig.
I just want you to do one good thing for me, just one damn thing, and not bullshit me about this, because I will sure as shit know if you do. I'm not the fool some might take me for. I will know if you don't even try.
I just want a good paying job for once in my goddamn life. I want to be paid what I'm worth, and feel like I have value to society again. I want to live in my own home again. Did you know I lost my home? Of course you didn't. We're not friends or buddies, and I'm not expecting that from you. But you know that many did. If there is one thing you know, it is that. And I want to be free of my student debt. I still owe 68,000 damn dollars and I can't pay this, for lack of decent income. A good job would go a long way toward fixing all of this for me. Can you do that one miserable thing for me? Bring the good jobs back? As president, can you treat me, and all workers, the entire 99% of us, like human beings, and promise to not degrade us, at long last? Can you give us a sense of worth again? Can you prop up the people, and put us above the Wall Street hacks in importance?
Do that and you can drink that beer on your own... you've got better things to do than slap down a cold one with me.
Working Class Hero
As soon as you're born they make you feel small
By giving you no time instead of it all
Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all
A working class hero is something to be
They hurt you at home and they hit you at school
They hate you if you're clever and they despise a fool
Till you're so fucking crazy you can't follow their rules
A working class hero is something to be
When they've tortured and scared you for twenty-odd years
Then they expect you to pick a career
When you can't really function you're so full of fear
A working class hero is something to be
Keep you doped with religion and sex and TV
And you think you're so clever and classless and free
But you're still fucking peasants as far as I can see
A working class hero is something to be
There's room at the top they're telling you still
But first you must learn how to smile as you kill
If you want to be like the folks on the hill
A working class hero is something to be
If you want to be a hero well just follow me
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