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