And would it have been worth it, after all,
After the votes, the vichyssois, and tea,
To go this far and not get the presidency?
Would it have been worth while,
Pretending to be great and then to smile,
To have squeezed the universe into a ball
To roll it toward some overwhelming question,
To say: “I am Kerry, come from the dead,
Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all”
To vote for heroes, yes; but not for me",
But that is not what he meant at all.
That is not it at all.
No! he is not John Kennedy, nor was meant to be;
He's an emptiness within a nothing it is true
Capable of playing out a scene or two,
Teresa's prince; no doubt, an easy tool,
Deferential, glad to be of use,
Politic, cautious, and meticulous;
Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse;
At times, indeed, almost ridiculous—
Almost, at times, the Fool.
HT: Gerard. I, too, shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled, and walk upon the beach.