Politics, as you well know
Is full of contradictions
So why not take a moment
To revisit my predictions
Back in twenty-sixteen
My forecasts were quite firm
And I wondered who’d face Clinton
As she sought her second term
I thought Jeb was the nominee
And Trump didn’t have a shot
Proving once again
That I am Nostradamus, not.
I had the Browns to win it all
(Based on Hewitt’s theories)
And putting all my chips on Duane,
The Angels in the series
I had the S&P at 6
The Dow at 31
I thought I’d book myself a cruise
And have a little fun
I took a trip to Vegas
And knew just what to do
I bet on red, I bet on green
And came back black and blue
So, when I picked Joe Biden
I thought that I had doomed him
His downfall nearly certain
As the flames of Fate consumed him
I didn’t count on Amy
And likewise, Mayor Pete
Hearing of my foresight
And opting for defeat
And what became of Bernie?
And others of his ilk
Perhaps he’d have done better
If he gave up drinking milk.
And now that I’m successful
Perhaps I should pursue it
The winner in November is..
Oh, no. I dare not do it.
