Yes, I tear apart the Oval reign,
Call it weak, call it a flawed campaign.
He sits on promises he"ll never keep,
While this nation cries but dares not weep.

Do you blame me for stepping in the ring,
When his power crumbles like a paper king?
Tell me, voters, who"s really to blame-
The man in office, or the system"s shame?

I bend the rules, exploit the cracks,
Turn every whisper into attacks.
The chessboard"s set, the pawns are mine,
A strategy that blurs the line.

Yes, I"m the villain in your polls,
The tactician rewriting control.
But heroes stumble, their paths betray,
So let the devil have his play.

He waves his veto like it"s a sword,
But who"s he fooling? This country"s bored.
Endless gridlock, his vision stale,
While I rewrite the game behind the veil.

I could call for strikes, break the peace,
Twist the Constitution, make my release.
But I play fair, or so I claim,
Using loopholes to win this game.

So label me ruthless, call me sly,
But I"m not the one selling you a lie.
The polls are shifting, the crowd"s unsure,
I tighten my grip, secure allure.

Yes, I"m the villain in your polls,
The tactician rewriting control.
But heroes stumble, their paths betray,
So let the devil have his play.

His Super PACs fund his empty dreams,
His Cabinet"s nothing but broken schemes.
He claims reform, but where"s the fight?
A shadow of power in the spotlight.

Meanwhile, I hold all the cards,
Play the long game, strike the shards.
I"ve had the chance to pull the plug,
But where"s the thrill without the tug?

Election Day nears, the stakes are high,
The swing states falter, the margins lie.
I could boycott, make them bend the knee,
Turn this democracy into a decree.

But no, I relish the debate stage glow,
The rules I twist, the seeds I sow.
It"s not just power-it"s the art,
A master manipulator playing his part.

So judge me now, with righteous scorn,
But tell me, who"s the greater thorn?
The man who sleeps on borrowed grace,
Or the one who dares to win this race?

Yes, I"m the villain in your polls,
The tactician rewriting control.
But heroes stumble, their paths betray,
So let the devil have his play.

The electoral map begins to bleed,
Red and blue blur, a nation"s creed.
The press demands: "Will he concede?"
But I hold back, bound by my creed.

"Was it worth it, playing this way?
Twisting truth to make them sway?"
I smirk and nod, for now, I stay,
But even devils face judgment day.