Round and round and round you go

Spin.

That's what politicians do. That's what you did. It wasn't a game to you. It was a symphony and you were the composer. It was an orchestra and you were the conductor. You wanted to stand on your little box and wave your little wand - the strings are too loud, the percussion is not loud enough. At the end of the performance, you would turn around and face the audience for a quick wink and bow and then bring out the performers. It was always about the performers, wasn't it. Those damn performers.

You were a man that I could admire. You knew your place, but you knew where you wanted to go. Like a tree, you planted your feet firmly on the ground and reached higher and wider. You thought the bigger that you became, the more you could shade your clients from the evils beating down on them. But, like a tree, you provided a place for predators to nest, their secrets hidden in your branches. You had so many secrets and you never said a word.

A Mighty Oak Tree

Round and round and round you go

Spin.

That's what politicians do. They say the wrong things, they meet the wrong people, and then they spin. That's what you did. You said the wrong things to the wrong people and then you tried to spin. You got people out of worse before - drunken teenaged daughters, dead mistresses, missing wives. Your cowboy humor could handle it all.A little computer virus, that's all you thought it was. A simple question, that's all you thought it was. Your cowboy humor was no match.You turned around, took your paces, and were shot in the back.

Man's Memories Enshrined

You were a man that I could admire. You were a sick man, keeping trophies of the secrets you held. But who am I to judge? We all have our quirks and our ways of dealing with the things that we cannot tell. Could I do what you did? No. But when my day comes, there will be people who think I was as sick as you.