As you all know Trice is presidential,
In his first term as president, he reacts.
People of the company are confidential,
His actions are proven by his cut on tax.
“Honestly, I’m cutting tax for a while”,
It’s much insane when I am president.
Thankfully I’m so good at presidential,
There isn’t anybody like me to represent.
Hurry all to the presidential meetings,
First things first, I’m looking for a job.
A job that someone could handle things,
Nothing says that you will be paid half.
Upstairs in the president’s hallway,
There’s the chair of many opportunities.
I’m overthinking about the cut tax fee,
Just look at me I’m too young for these.
Opportunities come once in a lifetime,
All day long I pace my office floorboards.
My brain turns to mush as I do a scheme,
Look, I’m not saying this will become aborts.
Pleading my case one day at a time so what?
Jesus will die on the cross just to forgive our sin.
Nobody will have their taxes anymore so abort,
Jump from place to place just to know where I’ve been.
I’m overlooking the job to be used to have it,
The person I have chosen is Jeanette McCabe.
“Miss. McCabe, it looks like a job for you to take”,
“Please won’t you take it before it is too late?”
She took it and liked it as she worked daily,
Haven’t I overlooked the date of her working?
Down the hallway was the office with a secretary,
And his own name was Señor Bartolomé Guillán.
Señor Guillán barely knew any English,
As he was born in Puerto Rico.
He wanted to work for President Trice,
Even if he did not really pay him to.
Trice Stone’s first act was to cut tax,
As he looked up at the pictures of his daddy.
But Trice was sad because of his past,
Purposely daddy forced him into the company.
Poetry