Politician

"Boy, once kissed, is all grown up now... and making a fist." This is my favorite line of this song; imagining the little baby in the politician's arms, kissed on the cheek, only to grow, dissatisfied and calling in the chips. Not happy. This is not a song aimed at any party, at any candidate, or any era, for that matter. It is hoped to be the cry of many before, and sadly, many after.