Bad Weather
Politicians are like weather
That is hanging for decades
Cap in hand we’re light as feather
In the storm that never fades
Who would need a politician
Their household to manage
Yet some do support ambitions
Of the mentally well damaged
Politicians are archaic
Sick to hear the master’s voice
All jack russells bark in panic
I would never make a choice
Choosing not myself but someone
Who don’t care if I exist
And it always is the wrong one
You can’t win the game like this.
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