They aspire For an office much higher Than the one that they hold As it gets to the wire One might inquire Who’ll be left out in the cold Or if I may be so bold Whose tent is gonna fold
They’ve set their sights On loftier heights Above their present positions But if nobody bites We’ll perform the last rites On their individual ambitions And not to be contrite This is said despite their individual positions
Would you agree, mi amigo? It’s a matter of ego That drives their aspirations For some it’s libido As they thread the needle And constantly test our patience Just adding to our frustrations Never reaching our expectations
It’s an interesting field Of near-do-wells and well-heeled Hoping to be the last person standing As time has revealed Their fate may be sealed Despite all the time they spent branding They can go to hell If their brand doesn’t sell And bid the race a farewell