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What are you thinking don't you know others read this,whatever it's supposed to be
      Truth or fiction if this gets back to the papers you think they want care because you  call it   poetry
         Did you even stop to think, Always like you taught me father did you consider not to drink
      Your constituents can smell you before you can even think to shake their hand
         Who do you think you are fooling,Oh this must be  part of the campaign manager's plan
               So kiss their kids and you really believe they don't know about the wifes
                            The audacity  of you to judge us and this scripted out lifes 
           These are real people real lives real truth,how much more do you think I can take 
                How do you put on your boots,badge,gun look in the mirror knowing your a fake
       I have to be perfect on every hour of every minute of every second of every day in my life     With your  so called perfectly imperfect pretentious perpetuating plastic actress you call wife
       The perfect school The hand sewn shoes,for the love of anything would you really rather this than  lose?Your already loosing yourself your kids ,their respect.From boy to Man I will put you in
 check,It's not fair to the others,your so power hungry you don't even see,it's not fair to us,you or me If I was pretending that much I would drink too,Oh wait,we do,It's eighty degrees and a long   sleeve I wear,how have you not noticed,do you even care?You want to be the man,I'll give it to you-you damn well could be but not knowing what goes on under your own roof,That power blinded,you really can't see.I'm right here,we're right here,where the hell are you
                                    Father please!what more must I do!
              Boy how dare you speak to me in that tone and raise your voice.
                               Do you really think I enjoy this,I have no choice
   All I want is the best for your brother and you.For God sakes you of all people know what we
                                            Must do
                            You know the image that they must think
                   I apologize''I'm sorry Sir''I'll grab my jacket and tie 
                            You just grab another drink
                                                        (Polls close at ten)   
''Inspired by the official who''Asked'' me to take down a poem about him''A writer writes ''sir''
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