Clocks Ticking To Politicking

(Read later stanzas for more of the humour part ; parody of politics) I Can't think well of a democracy if nepotism and false promises are part and parcel of its idiosyncrasy A system of governance can't appeal to me if it forever stinks of the 'stinking' rich plutocracy. The media the ravening wolves many times their puppets, together they howl for our  divided attention With wily words to win the masses of marionnettes The nation's welfare merely their scheme in pretension. Wonder why political power has to be the monopoly of ambitious, vainglorious affluent power moguls. Why can't they simply choose leaders from any sincere poor yet wise and humble individuals? The promises of a better world by 'em' politicians are simply the oratory tricks of slick tacticians. Demagogues come in all shapes and sizes They come in 'perfect' future leader disguises Pulling you and me to polling booths, luring us the dumbstruck voters To amass as much power and wealth as possible in their limited quotas. No wonder poor presidents are turned or burned in the form of their rude and crude effigy cartoons Comic sarcastic politics I say, since a caricature it purposely lampoons! Then the demonstrations, remonstrations but they only invite riots and tear bomb gas So if yah can keep your rallies peaceful maybe you won't be such an ass. And if yah do go ahead ranting, panting, slogun chanting No seeds of discord nor weeds of hate be sowing, planting for a showdown with fleshy arms, no metal arms can still be prancing, advancing With sloguns not shotguns be ye protesting and demanding. Thus I really wonder if politicos politicking really do make the world tick. Or do they simply in many places cause timebombs to parallel the clock's tick? (ok cast d ballot n vote 4 me as funny presidential candidate of no-man's land ;