Donny Boy

eight candidates clashed in the political fight
debate of the party on a stage so bright
where was the don with swagger so high
backstage he whispered a coward's goodbye

"i don't like the host," he declared with a grin
a reason so weak it's a goddamned sin.
like a kid afraid to show his school report
skipped the big show left 'em in retort

eight republicans stood like soldiers so true
facing questions aplenty answers they'd spew
but bunker boy donny the main act had fled
leaving others to forge on instead

where's donny boy? they wondered with eyebrows knit
in fox’s lair that's where he would fit
running for the white house the prize so high
running from questions oh my my my my

debates ain't easy that's for sure
nerves hit hard like a crashing downpour
those who stand tall in the face of the storm
are the ones who lead who truly perform

politics a rough game a test of might
not a place for those who flee from the fight
oh donny boy
the pipes the pipes are calling