Let them Wonder - in Kamala's own words

I am Indian by birthright,

Simply black when it feels right,

A gender champion through and through,

A Southern Belle from the Bayou.

 

I cover all the bases from Gay rights to MeToo,

Environmental warriors – I’ll always stand with you.

Black lives truly matter, the Homeless my pet task,

All you need is Me, you don’t even need to ask.

 

Show me any audience and I'll immediately relate,

Where's the very harm to myself Ingratiate;

They say my laughs a cackle, but that's blatantly untrue,

It's simply Inner-me, reaching out to Outer-you.

 

As to championing Hamas, that's nothing but a slur,

The fact my husband's Jewish should that thought conclusively deter,

Same deal with loving felons, what will they dream up next,

That I'm a prosecutor who's never read the text?

 

On drugs and immigration, they titled me the Tsar,

I never asked for that as our Border is too far,

I'd rather spend my days engaging our core base,

Cajoling them to spend for this pivotal new race.

 

Vance calls me a Chameleon, Trump's confused by who I am,

They'll figure soon enough the cunning of this femme,

The more I keep them guessing, the less prepared they'll be,

When finally I pounce, then they'll twig who's truly me.

 

I've got the Party pliant, putty in my hands,

Celebrities galore, like shiny rubber bands;

Money pouring in, donors by the score,

All the worthwhile Media gushing it's Kamala they adore.

 

As to any policies, I don't stay up at nights,

Why worry when my bag holds Reproductive rights;

C'mon Donald, admit you’ve badly lost,

I'm the future President and you’ll be simply Toast.