Fedora

I approach, notepad and pen prepared,
Who knows what kinda questions I'll be asking out there.
Candidates with secrets better be scared,
Even innocent ones have holes here and there.
Bernie Sanders talking that mad game,
Stabilization of our internal reign.
I leave Trump alone because I ain't bout fools,
The only press I'd give him is a vice on his jewels.
Hillary Clinton, attack by defendin,
Cut me off,
Dodging questions and thoughts.
I keep pressing- see what I did there ;)
Tension thickening in the air.
She finally caves and corners me in,
Or so she thinks cuz she let out a grin
She eyeballs me from glasses to slacks,
But there's one component that I seemed to lack.
Out comes her finger- "You're not a reporter!"
I reach in my bag, I have a fedora.