Make the Pie Higher

As a child, he was not all that special.
Not a hint of a great destiny.
Not the worst, not the best,
sort of average, I guess,
but still blessed with the name
of his daddy.

As a youth, he had no clear direction.
He just moseyed along down the trail,
to a college career,
where he majored in beer,
cutting classes, he was proud
not to fail.

He preferred not to fight for his country.
As an oil man, his well came up dry.
He was feeling no pain,
as he stayed entertained,
he was known for his jokes
and effrontery.

Then one day, someone said, “You’re not ugly.
You have fingers and eyeballs and hair.
You should get in the game.
They will vote for your name.”
So he said, “What the heck?
Dude, I’m there!”

(Chorus) He said, “We should make the pie higher.
Families is where
our nation finds hope,
where wings take dream.
Well, when you say that
you’re gonna do something,
and then you don’t do it,
that is trustworthiness.
You know that is trustworthiness.”

The campaign was intense, as expected.
Full of slander, distortions, and lies.
He held on for the ride,
and he soon turned the tide,
for his message brought tears
to our eyes.

(Chorus)

Some may say the election was stolen.
But I feel that perhaps that’s too strong.
Call it luck. It was fate.
He was meant to be “great,”
to be feted in story
and song,
like this one called...

(Chorus)