The politician

The devil cries out through the wind

To the mighty who have blatantly sinned

Who take from the ones who are already poor

And gave to the greedy always needing more

He sees you hiding so cowardly by

I am innocent you shamefully cry

My job I was doing you try to explain

Begging forgiveness when judgment day came

The devil calls out to you his friend 

To live together in your fiery end 

I did the best that I could do 

You shout to the devil who's waiting for you 

Your best you say with all your might

But that doesn't really sound quite right 

Your best would clearly have been far more 

If you were half the man you were before

If you were still the man looking to lead

Instead of the politician driven be greed

If you were the man that promised to please

Instead of the lier now begging on his knees

Forgiveness your people can give for your sins

But not I for I am the hell your torture within 

I can't look

I can't look too long in one singular spot

For I may find something that I had forgot 

A wrinkle a dark spot a blemish a mole 

Ugh time sure has taken it's toll

Things have all shifted 

To where they don't belong 

And other things I've lost them

They're just simply gone

My waist line for one

It vanished it did

Without a word where it was going 

adieu did not bid

Age gracefully young people have the nerve to say

Well I don't see them rushing to dye their hair gray

I once couldn't drink without showing ID

Now the kids at the bar are eighteen years younger than me

I shouldn't complain

I've done lots in my life

But if this gets much worse 

I'm going under the knife