The Senate race just ended,
Sixty two percent for me.
I know it's more than expected,
But please just let me be.

Why not give me a chance,
And let me explain a bit.
I didn't mean to be rude at all.
There's no need to throw a fit.

An anti-clan, some nasty mails,
A friend decides to slander.
My name scratched into BBS,
Waiting for people to banter.

I chose to run this race,
To help a friend in need,
And prove to all the people,
That it's quite easy to succeed.

I'm not a special someone.
It took time to get some fame.
And time will pass after I leave,
And no one will remember my name.

But for right now I care for all,
Whether poor or a billionare.
How does one make an enemy,
Just by sitting here in a chair.