I see things as black and white.
Never a hint of grey.
I know that it’s a fallacy.
It gets in my way.
I want to see the margin.
Not deal in absolute.
But it seems like jumping out a plane.
Without a parachute.
If things are not just white or black.
If there is room for grey.
I fear the people will attack.
No matter what I say.
So I sit here growing in the polls.
Trying to make a case.
For silly things I know aren’t true.
Just yelling to save face.
On Fox I’ll be a superstar.
Without integrity intact.
I’ll win this election, you will see.
They like white not brown or black.