strange bedfellows

Chris Christie dances on the Donald's chain
like princes Leia captive to the Hutt
he'll feign affection for the chance to gain
a path to riches out of Trenton's rut
New Jersey law precludes another stint
obliging him to plot the course ahead
each primary's a less than subtle hint
his national ambitions were misled
if Trump should win, how would he pay this debt
he knows this business runs on quid pro quo
to wedge such bulk into his cabinet
might make an ally from an erstwhile foe
don't let an enemy out of our sight
there is no common cause on the New Right