The Bill that Binds

Verse 1] I wrote my name in the ink of delay, Stalled out the sunrise and padded the gray. They begged for relief — I offered a speech, Then recessed my soul far out of reach. [Chorus] 🎶 I am the law that outlived its need, The vine that strangles the struggling seed. I sit on my throne of forgotten cries… My bones vote “no,” while the nation dies. 🎶 --- [Verse 2] I held the floor for seventeen days, Debating the rain while the city decays. I ghostwrote a bill with my name embossed, Then buried its hope beneath budget costs. [Chorus] 🎶 I am the clause that swallows the page, The legacy inked in the blood of the wage. My portrait hangs in the hall of lies— Framed by applause, and a billion sighs. 🎶 --- [Bridge – Spoken, whispered like a confession into a mic] I never meant to stay this long… But the marble liked my name. The chamber echoed when I spoke, So I just… kept… speaking. --- [Verse 3] I cast my vote with a trembling hand, Still chasing applause I don’t understand. A monument built on an empty stage— My name is remembered. But not the wage. --- [Final Chorus – Slower, like the breath is leaving his body] 🎶 I am the past that won’t step aside, The seat that groans ‘neath a nation’s pride. I wrote a bill… and then wrote five more… But forgot what they were ever for. 🎶 --- [Outro – faint organ, strings fading like a funeral procession] So toll the bell in the chamber hall, Where ghosts in suits still heed the call… And whisper, proud, with their powdered bones: “My legacy.”