One has no rules Is not precise One rarely acts The same way twice One spurns no device Practicing the art of the possible One always picks

One has no rules Is not precise One rarely acts The same way twice One spurns no device Practicing the art of the possible One always picks The easy fight One praises fools One smothers light One shifts left to right It's part of the art of the possible ... One always claims Mistakes were planned When risk is slight One takes one's stand With much sleight of hand Politics—the art of the possible - Evita