in prime time

we listen to the claims of truth and grit
lights are placed carefully to mark the highs
from this great distance no one smells the shit

the primed crowd laughs though we can't find the wit
but they are ready there to storm the skies
we listen to the claims of truth and grit

the universe seems narrowed to a slit
and no one listens to a child who cries
from this great distance no one smells the shit

each falsehood is turned into one more hit
as monster is transformed before our eyes
we listen to the claims of truth and grit

the human mouth will fill with normal spit
to respond to the cavalcade of lies
from this great distance no one smells the shit

we wait to see if she might have a fit
before she is awarded with the prize
we listen to the claims of truth and grit
from this great distance no one smells the shit