You sold dreams, people went to sleep

You said change,

So some checked their pants pockets and purses for anything loose

You sprayed hope, and we got misted

You preached the conclusion of burnout,

Yet the smell of burning rubber remains in the air

You ordered a garnish banquet,

It turned out the platter was tendered with high maintenance

You also proposed a smooth ride ahead,

What we received instead was a season pass to a merry-go-round

Stick to the issues, sir or madam, not the tissues,

No one takes pity on a salesman who demonstrates apprehension at inappropriate times