Empty Suit

i look at you, the empty suit and what you have to say it makes no sense as your pretense is always in the way a moment in the making another waste of time i watch your program daily blind leading the blind you stand upon your podium spouting your ideals we the people serve you hand and foot as you call out for meals this life that you've created for yourself and the downtrodden you the onion in mid peal we a people forgotten as i gaze at you the empty suit that called out for a change i me and mine tin cup in line another dismal day