The politician

To say the least, I am a beast
A wrought-en rotting, decaying flesh
set on death

A plague vending the masses, 
poisoning glasses
and destroying the classes.

Falsity flows my veins,
Death clouds my brain,
Greed is my soul,
even God is my foe. 

Who am I?

Reviews

[Patrick Gerlits]

"A wrought-en rotting," a play on words, "wrought," and "rotten," magnificent.

Reading the title automatically narrowed my vision here and I began to corelate your writing with politicians.

"A plague vending the masses,
poisoning glasses
and destroying the classes."

Let's raise a glass and toast our leaders! As they rape and pillage our financial wellness!

"Falsity flows my veins,
Death clouds my brain,
Greed is my soul,
even God is my foe. "

They breathe, oxygen enters the bloodstream...soaked with the lies they exhale--minds focused on their own ambitions, nothing matters, not the deaths of men nor the disapproval of God.

Thanks for giving me some fun with this one.

[MrBooyay]

Well i'm certainly glad you enjoyed it, I actually wrote this after having a little debate with my college English professor. It wasn't necessarily sparked by our butting heads, but rather how frustrating it is to even talk to other people about it. So afterwards I had to vent a bit, and that's where this came from!