You

Your head is thick.
Your skin is thin.
Oh what a fix,
You've put us in.
You have no Plan,
For us to win.
A gasp, a moan,
Is what we hear.
We're on our own.
That's not a plan,
But a death sentence,
Is what we understand.
You're a heartless one,
That is for sure.
But we'll go on.
We will endure.
One thing we do
Is get you out,
So please vote Blue,
to leave no doubt.