The man of conscience
blusters in the forum,
child of the chosen ones,
inspired and empowered
to usher in His holy dominion
upon the backs of his constituents,
aided by the kindness of lobbyists
and the prescience of the preachers.

God put these men in office,
God put this plan in motion,
God put me in this esteemed assembly
so my private piety
might guide this waylayed nation,
better than those
of lesser administrations
who did not understand
the needs of the people.
My voting record speaks for itself,
I, within my fourth term,
and I have been available
for the key votes,
when not attending to issues
affecting my home state
or fundraising for my people,
the clearly better party,
to help this nation
through troubled times.

You do not understand
the complexity that goes
into making such enormous decisions
that impact the lives of millions,
and the tireless efforts
we make to try and agree
on most anything useful and beneficial.
We fight the wars in the chambers
so the people won’t have to
fight them
on the streets.

I am from humble origins
and serve my people from the heart,
wanting only the best for them,
as my history and
personal associations show,
lives are improved
through better and broader
legislation,
which is informed by special studies,
committee conclusions,
and enlightened insights
provided by
pertinent persuasions
from both
within and without of the party.

The Lord led me here,
in His good favor,
to help stabilize this nation,
and offer inspired leadership
and personal sacrifice
in troubled times-
what’s that?
the car is out front?-
I must cut this short.
I have to catch my flight now
to the pharma summit
at Big Sprawl Ranch and Spa
outside of Helena
this weekend.

The man of conscience,
called to
serve his essential position,
who attends church
most every Sunday
and knows eighty-two
Scripture passages
by heart,
who was emboldened by the
parlays of power
collected by the coalition
when it promised
pious presence
within the national
hallowed halls of power,
who has since learned the art
of whispering words
and the august handshake
in shadowy spaces
along marbled hallways
and in lofty lobbies,
addresses the media
with earnest urgency
and distant eyes,
and then briefly checks
his online portfolio
and cash positions
before he calls
to make sure his hunting gear
made it on the private jet.