Politicans

Politicans

 

I never met an honest politician

The only ones I have ever met were still alive

Still smiling.

Still holding babies.

With perfect white teeth

And perfect annunciation

Well organized and likeable

Caring about your ever whim

And your personal struggle

He is you and you are him

 

Then you vote for him

And then he changes

So you switch parties

And you vote for him again

Just with a different face

And a different name

And the cycle continues

The choice of two liars

 

Then the day comes

When you wipe the patriotism from your eyes

When you finally learn the secret of politics:

It’s all bullshit

Your vote doesn’t make a difference

And the system is rigged

 

Just one time I’d like a guy to step up to the podium

A real short, fat guy

With his receding hairline  

Rotten teeth and bleeding gums

And tell the truth:

‘F**k you and f**k your God

I’m here to sell out this country

To the highest bidder

Freedom is an illusion.

We send your sons and daughters off to war

To die as a blood sacrifice

To our true master, Lucifer.’

 

I’d vote for that guy in a split second.