That One

A geezer, white, of wrinkled skin pulled out all levers, just to win. He changed with every passing breeze and used his thank you's just to please. Saw in each man a single voice to give him power, novel choice, advance his plans not for the land but for his tiny one-man band. No matter what the world did need McPain would do his clever deed and line his pockets, day and night while thanking God that he was white. Of course, he felt it was expected that only properly selected appropriate and kosher words, like those perused by Ivy nerds would do in any public setting, meanwhile, his helpers placed the netting to trap the bloke he called THAT ONE, the aim to get him on the run and scare the fellow through wild stories while he dispersed his humble sorries. To plant a seed in people's minds would make them get off their behinds and stand united to defend their way of life, right to the end. The otherness, he would convey is something that would always stay, you could not wash with laundry soap and lose your past, there was no hope for terrorists and next of kin it was important now to win. And, George just mentioned all the tools that they could use on silly fools who'd pull the wool clear to their chests instead of pinning on their vests those medals sporting old man Kane and Sarah, still considered sane, the fox who wore the clothes of sheep and put all caution fast to sleep. It's trust he shouts, the echo thunders, vote now, and stop the foolish blunders that others have for decades done I will re-light the darkened sun! And Sarah here, I picked her brains we've taken troubles, many pains in bringing what is yours to own into the people's comfort zone. We are your servants, let us show how one great nation can still grow, a balanced budget, it's a singe the antidote's in my syringe, leave all your worries with our team, we'll give you strawberries and cream and North Alaskan Caribou...... I think you're getting the right clue, though let me warn you, catch this bus THAT ONE cannot be one of us.