Tageblog 17. August 2016

17. August 1998   der Präsident der Vereinigten Staaten von Amerika, Bill Clinton, muss um die Affäre mit seiner Praktikantin Monica Lewinsky vor der Grand Jury unter Eid aussagen

Dear Mr. President,  (frei nach dem Song Dear Mr. President von Pink)
we never had the chance to say good bye

Dear Mr. President,
come take a walk with me
let’s pretend
we’re just two peole
and you’re not better than me
I like to ask you some questions if
we can speek honestly
What do you feel
when you sit at your president desk
where we made love on?
Do you even pray for me
before you go to sleep?
What do you feel
when you see my face in the newspapers
a face you once kissed?
Is it diffrent when you are with your wife?
Am I still a part of your dreams?
We never had the chance to say good bye
Can you even look me in the eye?

Dear Mr. President,
are you a lonely boy?
how can you say ’no‘ in public
you always whisperd ‚yes‘ in my ear
I’m glad you remembered in the end
although you called it ‚improper‘ and ‚unreasonable‘
I know you required
I can only imagine
what the First Lady had to say
you have come a long way
‚don’t stop thinking about tomorrow‘
‚putting people first‘
therefor we did love you
How do you sleep while my tears are drying?
We never had the chance to say good bye
do you always have your head held high?
can you even look me in the eye?
Let me tell you about hard work
always staring at me
no matter where I am
Let me tell you about hard work
always lewd words and looks
Let me tell you about hard work
trying to rebuilt my life
Let me tell you about hard work
Hard Work!
What do you know about hard work?
Hard Work!
I can’t sleep at night
I try to walk with my head held high
Dear Mr. President,
we never had the chance to say good bye