(with apologies to John Masefield)
(c) 1998 Stephanie Vardavas <firstname.lastname@example.org>
I must go down on the Prez again, in the lonely corridor there,
And all I ask is a great job in New York at a salary rare,
And a book deal and a talk show and my former friend in prison,
How I wish I'd known, when we were on the phone, what she'd planned to have arisen.
I must go down on the Prez again, for Bill I will open wide,
Mine's a wild love and a clear love that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windowless hall or a study with door ajar,
And a back door to come in by, after waiting by Betty's car.
I must go down on the Prez again, he just could not love his wife,
For in my way I make him happy, and he'll join me later in life;
And all I ask is to stroll with him in a sunny field of clover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long ordeal's over.