Oh, I guess he ain’t the Messiah—
The mess he ain’t cleaned up too well.
He ain’t done much; he's meshugg'd up such
That the country still goes to hell.

Oh, no, I guess he ain’t the Messiah,
Adrift in a world where smoke’s blown.
He’s played the game like a kitten tame;
The hard left’s ready to disown.

Some really did feel that they could believe
His spiel; now they reel when he can’t close a deal.

Guess he ain’t the Messiah;
He’s JAFP* in a lame and sad town.
He seemed to be what he’s not; maybe
He will not go a second round.

They really did feel that they could believe
His spiel, but no deal; his inaction revealed.

Guess he ain’t the Messiah;
He’s sad in a shamed and JAFP town.
He seemed to be what he’s not: JC. . .
Some now want him in a thorned crown.

Messiah ain’t yet come around.


*Just Another F**king Politician