It’s election time again, and incumbents are finding the people tired of sending the same old faces back to Washington. Incumbent after long time incumbent has gone down to defeat in the primaries at the hands of a new face on the block, and they, the incumbents, don’t like it. They believe, with heartfelt sincerity, that the job belongs to them by Divine Right. And so they cry and scream it isn’t fair.

Incumbents cry

You know that I

Have only you in mind

I work for you

You know it’s true

I am one of a kind

Those other guys

They tell such lies

Opponents and their friends

And ‘fore you know

We all will go

And thus our freedom ends

A vote for me

And you will see

Our freedom’s flag on high

Just send me back

I’m not some hack

Like him, that other guy