I’ll be there

Whatever you like, I’ll wear

I’ll stand right behind you as you stand behind the mic

I’ll be quick to cheer after all your promises

My nails will even be painted red

This time around, you won’t bomb this

Oh, the many things you’ve said

Will my sign fluff your ego

What about the fact that primetime is your show?

They say it’s not what but who you know

But I’m starting to think it’s both

Anyone can do anything

What, even, is the American dream?

Reproductive rights, late nights, walls, and breaks from taxes

We behind the podium are a bunch of addicts

Drawn to power and pretty words

Someone strong who can calm our nerves

Charisma is subjective like beauty

Or like doing one’s duty

You can use me, us

To puff yourself up

Cheers, signs, your flag flyin’

Never’mindin

Others or the “other” side

But I suppose it’s what you like

I’m just as far gone

I think I know where the lines are drawn

Behind the mic