Living by Your Wits

I ended up in trouble with a man
Who framed his question for me in a way
That made me doubt he was sincere. Okay,
It's true I claimed, wrongly, I had a plan,
When I had nothing, but I'm a big fan
Of living by your wits, from day to day,
And really, truly mean it when I say
That I don't care for spinach, sprouts, or bran.

So I won't be elected now, I guess,
And that's a good thing, someone's bound to crow,
Insisting that my empathy is low.
My sympathy is lower, even less
Than my poor understanding. It's a mess,
But I'm still on the ballot here, you know.