He will be leaving any day.
It’s finally sunk in to the guy—he’s done,
And so back to the Lone Star state he’s gonna run
And “meditate” about his part.

Rick P.’s woe: losing numbers;
He’s not gonna make the upper shelf.
Taking off, back to Texas. . .screwed himself.
Rick P., once boosted numbers,
But so fast his lead was blown.
In the debates he appeared feckless,
As well as stoned.

He once had some renown; we heard his name
As the top guy, but where did his fame go?
When debate time came, he came off as real slow,
And of the fool he played the part.

Rick P.’s woe: losing numbers;
He’s not gonna make the upper shelf.
Taking off, back to Texas. . .hey, where else?!
Rick P. once ’ccrued the numbers,
But so fast his lead was blown.
In the debates he appeared reckless,
As well as stoned.

He tells himself he’s doing fine;
Delusion lingers in his mind.
How long is it till he departs?

Rick P. ain’t got the numbers;
He is deluding only himself.
When he gets back to Texas—kill some skels.
Rick P., smokin’ a number,
And it made him really stoned?
In the debates he appeared senseless,
As he intoned.

Rick P. ain’t got the numbers;
Rick P.'s a dude now humbler.