What shall I say of the Chosen One
His oratory skills are everywhere known
Inspired and stirred by the breath of creation
Headed to his long overdue throne
He bares his soul to the admiring crowd
As he strains to see the election day polls
I watch him sit down with his eyes so proud
When shall we celebrate what everyone knows
All incoming polls he sees in a quick glance
His eyes sweep back and forth as in disbelief
How can this be? He never had a chance
The Chosen One screamed looking for relief
McCain did not just win but in a landslide
From California to Maine the votes are all in
It’s McCain by a bunch this can’t be denied
The Chosen One is toast, enough said - the end
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