The country can NOT divorce me.
It says so in the pre-nup.
Which, along with the NDA,
has everything neatly stitched up.
I always take precautions.
Just in case I get caught
doing something a little illegal.
(And in case the judge can't be bought.)
No rule, regulation, or legislation
can ever control what I do.
And, then, in the end, I can send my friend Rudy —
Rudy, my man, always ready to
go on TV, make fake accusations,
distracting attention from my fabrications.
In two-oh-two-four, he'll be my VP —
another dumb-ass as scary than me.
