Post Script, Hillary Rodham Clinton After Wellesley
Part of the problem with empathy with professed goals
is that empathy doesn't do us anything. -HRC at Wellesley

Empathy is for losers, not for me..
Why glory in a winner who is not me..
This is old writing on the wall
and I won’t be held in thrall
to any he.

Once a long time ago at Wellesley
in spite of any setbacks I dared to dream,
and my old dream? It was for me
and I never did expect
pie from the sky.

My mother knew me well in what she said,
”I’ll always love you,” (she liked to speak her mind)
but she told me that, “there are times
when.."(And this I always knew
Harsh but quite true) ..

I had it in me to defy all odds
and find guidance and help from a winning god..
”But there are times I won’t like you,”
are the words my mother said;
I made my bed.

It isn’t love I want, it is power.
There’s nothing like followers held in your hand,
anger I can guide for a win..
Hope to crush like a flower..
Mine to control.

Now there stands a man who has what is mine,
he dared to claim victory before the end..
But I still have cards up my sleeve
and the voters who believe
I am their friend.

How sweet to watch him as I call the shots,
demand chivalry while refusing him praise..
He must know this is just one phase
of the platform I will raise
to show my worth.

If he refuses to hear my demands
and thinks he can win without me by his side,
he’ll lose it all to John McCain..
And I would watch happily
his fall to earth.

Artemesia
6/5/2008