In Doubt

It shudders to think of all the things they hoped and prayed for,

In fire and protracted bad health we made our statement,

I still don't believe that your tears were ever real friend,

Kept a jar of replacements in your basement just in case then.

If it's me that holds the grudges,

You're welcome to see the judges,

Poor white boy,

Country singer,

Could not have picked a worse winner,

Such blatant insincerity,

How does the boot taste of authority?