Slowly, shifting our stumbling minds
they open Pandora’s box, letting their
principles die, their seeming petty crimes
bloat their egos and blind the people to
their continued gaffes, grim groping and
giving lies instead of truths in quantities,
too many to number hoping to confuse,
discombobulate, muddle and distract,
thinking the populace too thick to know
just what their plotting and ploys are.
Tax breaks for those living tough lives
which pay the rich as the debts pile up,
breaking news of great things they’ll do
and laugh out loud when nothings to
be seen and investigations reveal their
lying, cheating, guilty ways as they
decide to divide party and people and
ply their sickening politics of genocide.
painting the saviours as inept or red
when they’re the ones sharing that bed.