In The Situation Room we decide
nothing really matters...but our asses.
The White House could even burn to the ground,
heaven forbid, but we would be just fine,
even under a nuclear assault.
Situations arise outside the room,
in the real world, where the people reside,
trust in God, if you must, He won't help much,
understanding divine intervention
as an act of God's participation
takes more than faith to believe an event
in retrospect was an intervention,
on the understanding, the Holocaust
noticed a total absence of God's aide.
Room enough for all of us inside here,
only the pizza delivery guy,
on the grounds of the West Wing, has to go,
more than enough room to take a long nap,
war games means winning is the only thing,
everyone but the pizza guy can stay,
decided, as president, I decide,
even if you don't like what I decide,
chances are you won't, if you oppose me,
if you wanted me impeached from Day One,
decent people, unlike yourselves, chose me,
even if you did not, I'm President.
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