Approved By Mr. Politician 

Hello America there is something that you must know 
My opponent hates your favorite television show

Are you afraid of being killed by a Muslim terrorist? 

My opponent has a burka and bomb on his wish list 
Have you seen the video of my opponent’s old speech? 

Well here’s a clip out of context, saying to put guns in kids’ reach 

How about I put up their picture next to horrible text 

It’s provided by an obscure media called the Shining Next 
All the ads talking about me are utter lies and can’t be trusted 

It doesn’t matter that the cops find my cocaine and I was busted 

My opponent is a liar and I think they hate Jesus and babies 

Did you see the look in their eyes? I think they have rabies 
My qualifications you ask? I look good in a suit and tie 

I decide my votes by flipping a coin into the sky 

If you give me enough money I’ll push through your desires 

When things get hairy I’ll put my files into fires 
You don’t like me? I guess you could vote for my opponent 

But they are just someone else’s money well spent 

You don’t really have a choice, it’s either a punch to the gut or kick to the knee 

So don’t vote for that terrorist baby hater and vote for me 

No Trademark Infringed 

Sitting all alone with just my thoughts to keep me company 
When suddenly there’s a tapping at my bedroom window 

To my surprise a snowy owl is present with a letter addressed to me

It’s a correspondence from someone that has been hidden in the shadow 
A few days pass and then there’s a knock upon my front door 

Standing on my doorstep is a canister shaped droid 

He plays a holographic message of my friend stating my life is a bore 

He challenges me to a duel with a special light sword 
So I pack my things and go on a journey down a yellow paved road 

I meet a man who is made of metal and has no soul 

I meet a man who sounds like a crow and has the brains of a toad 

And finally I encounter a scaredy cat on the way to my goal 
Once I reach my destination at Mt. Mist, I encounter a dragon 

He sits upon a throne of gold and will scorch anyone 

I acquire some help from a group of short people with a wagon 

We slay the dragon and all I get is a small dragon bone 
My friend begins a slow clap from a top the mountain 

He jumps down to face me and we begin to fight 

We end up tired and just laughing at the situation 

I stand and shoot him in the head because I always win at the end of the night 

Worn Leather Boots

Have you walked a mile in my shoes 

Have you ever attended a funeral in dress blues

Have you ever had to fight back a tear

While burying your fifth brother this year 
When was the last time someone spit in your face

Because of your uniform with no regard for you gender or race 

When was the last time a child was scared of your presence 

Because their parents had threatened them with a false sentence 
How many times have you cut down a lifeless person

How many times have you told a crying child their dad’s in heaven

How many times have you seen someone at their worst 

How many times have you been cursed 
Where were you when your son took his first steps

Were you at home with friends and family filling the room with claps

Where were you when your daughter had the lead in her school play

Some of us don’t Have that luxury and even work on a holiday.
You do not have the right to pass judgement

You have never fought for your life in a tiny apartment 

You have never lived through my nightmare

So don’t be surprised that your opinion does not cause me to care

Inside the Mind

Am I really friends with the monster inside of my headOr have I just developed Stockholm syndrome 

Am I really in control or am I the one strapped to the bed 

Has this hell really become my home 
Maybe I am the evil twin with the pencil thin mustache 

Maybe I took over this mind I inhabit 

Stand back while I hack and slash 

Through these tangled thoughts with a sword as dull as an oven mitt 
Given enough time the psycho will gnaw through his straight jacket 

And how lovely your face will be when he’s free

We both know his first victim will be his personal nurse ratchet 

But which person in this hypothetical is me? 
I say lock both personalities in a cage 

Toss in a pistol, locked, loaded, and ready to fire

See who benefits the most from their rage

There can only be one king of the mental shire

And frodo is gone