Candidate (via 1995)
Nomination I agree not with its term for I cannot explain it.
But I do now see there a light exists.
What is my roll?
A stock or a statue?
Of laughter or worship?
I ask not of either, for I am not worthy of your worship, and I am to be mocked not at like a parrot.
Seriously, please, accept my words as I hold the sword of wisdom, which I just don't possess.
I am quite apologetic for this circumstance.
Forgive me, if you will.
Though I look down, I look up with all due respect.
I resign my pledge for I cannot afford my dues.
Broken I am.
Without a scent of knowledge I stand a child in an elevator clothe-less.
Attacks of debate explode, whiz, and strike the heart of city, my body.
Flesh I am present, yet my mind is content on the mainstream of tardiness.
A vocalist death is present as the circumstance of eyes consist of the similar.
You mock for you think I am insane, yet I see none of you with this here sword.
Therefore, I must exit.
I am not running.