Standing there alone,
Hillary is waiting.
All systems are go.
"Are you sure?"
Obama is not convinced,
Except the Mayor
has the evidence.
We need to abort.
The countdown starts.

Watching in a trance,
Slow-Joe is certain.
He's lost his VP chance,
His brain not working.
Trying to relax
in Obama's castle
"Send me up a drink."
jokes Mayor Rahm
The count goes on...

4, 3, 2, 1
Polls below us
drifting, falling.
Floating weightless
Joe Biden's going home...

Second stage is cut.
For the Convention.
ACORN crowd ramped up,
Chanting is perfect.
Starting to collect
Rasmussen data.
"What will it affect
when all is done?"
thinks Mayor Rahm.

Back at ground control,
there is a problem.
"Convention hall half full."
Not responding.
"Hello Mayor Rahm.
Are you receiving?
Go put Bubba on.
We're standing by."
There's no reply.

4, 3, 2, 1
Polls below us
drifting, falling.
Floating weightless
Joe Biden's going home...

Across the Convention hall,
a final message:
"Give Hillary my love."
Then nothing more.

In the convention hall,
the crowd is mourning.
They don't realize
Hillary's is by.
No one understands,
but Mayor Rahm sees.
"Now Obama commands
the White House is her home,
She's coming home."

Polls below us
drifting, falling.
Floating weightless
Hillary's coming home...
Polls below us
drifting, falling.
Floating weightless
Hillary's coming
home...
home.....