Delay the election ’til the virus settles down.
Vote count will be easier with so few folks around.
The good folks who elect me will be only the immune.
Perhaps I’ll turn the country into just one big commune.
Not like Easy Rider or the wacky Manson thing,
but just a bunch of rich men who will all my praises sing.
I’ll travel through our great vast land and be put up in castles.
They’ll favor me with fortunes and I’ll get to rape the vassals.
The Isle of Epstein, just one stop on my best pleasures tour;
we’ll have stops in Agra, Baghdad, Kuala Lumpur.
I don’t want to rule the world. I’m not a power slut.
I just want to make sure in the end I get my cut.