Hillary Clinton – she’s a real busy person
walks up to her husband
and says: “I need a vacation.”
before I’ll be chosen to rule this land.

So they pack up their stuff,
no - not really themselves,
they have people to do this
commonly known as the CIA elves.

The Clintons take a drive
headed due east,
Chelsea, Hillary and Bill
but they never saw the beast;

with antlers out front
and it’s legs in the air,
it hit the car hard
and died in despair.

Changing lanes way too fast
Bill headed right for the edge
he means to hit the brakes
but his foot slams down the gas.

Pluming toward their death
it takes ‘em a while,
and Hillary screams her last breath
the car’s just in a pile.

So they get up to heaven
through the pearly gate they walk.
Bill wants to be forgiven,
but Hillary is quick to talk:

“You God damned Redneck
look what you have done!
Now the Republican’s will get it,
the Presidency - I want to run.”

And suddenly He sat there,
their attention was held
by and old man in a chair
with a beard, a robe and a belt:

He asks them a question,
Chelsea gets to answer first,
why she thinks she belongs
in His heavenly herd.

“I’ve been a good student,”
Chelsea begins to explain.
“I never harmed anybody,
never have been a pain.”

God smiles and considers,
nods his head and points to row three
“Have a seat, my dear Chelsea,
you’re as blessed as you can be.”

Now God is asking Bill,
what he thinks the reason
that he can stay here
through all the coming seasons.

“I know I’ve done wrong,”
Bill starts to point out,
“But it was the best I could have done”
he explains to God out loud.

Bill looks apologetic,
the way he’d usually been
he feels a bid pathetic
as God sends him clear back to row ten.

Now it’s Hillary’s turn
and she is anxious as normal
she won’t wait for God to ask her
in a way that is formal.

And before He gets a chance
to ask her so clear,
she bellow’s “Hey God - excuse me!
You’re ass is in my chair!”