Seventeen

Seventeen By Franklin Price 7/30/2015 Seventeen when will it stop A traffic jam we need a cop Too many think they're heaven sent That they can run for president Can't get together have a meet A forum for that mighty seat If they could just cooperate They may have stopped at only eight Another example of their plight Won't work together only fight Better soon find where it's at Or four more years of democrat Not so many on that side Just a couple for the ride Scrambling to present their point Or maybe end up in the joint How have the parties come this far Think they're all drunk just left the bar That would make a little sense How else could they be so dense Hard to decide who gets our votes They are not lions they're only goats One will lead us lambs astray We'll find who it is on voting day May not like it maybe will I just know I've had my fill Of many posers now hell bent Who think they can be president