Drunk PoliticsA Poem by wRIGHTerPolitics,a transparent facade...
From perch to street on wobbly wheels,
"If only falling down was harder than walking,this political tightrope surely wouldnt let me down!" or so the shouting goes. Don't he realise, butterflies don't look good in the dark. Don't he realise, butterflies don't get the attention their magical colours command then. Don't he realise, caterpillars are a very curious case. Won't he now lay down his soul on this guilty gravel. Won't i now sheppard his booze infected body home to his sheep. Won't he then remain mayor many moons more. From perch to street on campaign trail, "I promise the world,the moon and all of these sublunary riches for us to share!" or so the bar affairs go. © 2013 wRIGHTerAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on April 13, 2013 Last Updated on April 13, 2013 AuthorwRIGHTerRustenburg, North West, South AfricaAboutit's really not that hard,life,all you need is love and a way to sustain it..everything else is just consequences more..Writing
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