I’ve visited euphoria
On weekends in the past
The thing about those visits is
The feeling doesn’t last
It’s never been complete for me
This notion of elation
Reality sets in
Right in the midst of celebration
Someone’s always pointing out
Majorities are slim
No one wants a vote
That’s even close to sink or swim
We’ve got to be bipartisan
To get around the cork
There isn’t any budget
If it doesn’t have some pork
The Left measures success
By counting dollars that they’ve spent
The Right wins an election
And with that they are content
Both of those opinions
Are the source of our bereavement
Most folks that I know assess success
By pointing to achievement
So, in the context of this view
There’s one thing that I’m asking
In the glow of victory
There’d better be no basking
Here is my request to Congress
Please don’t say its stunning
When you hit the ground
We all expect you to be running
