Crooked As They Come



Total cop out ... criminal eyes
don’t ever confess
Grifter smiles will make a mark frown,
put smirks on politricking class clowns
Public trust, 
it only grows less

Oh, from the top down,
the Elmer Gantry carnival tent
is crooked as they bum rush come
Gold coin theft renown ...
Every eye is on the take squint,
each time the cash register’s rung

Rotten roots staked in the ground,
silver spoils just laying all around

Crooked glasses
on the Pinocchio nose of Clark Kent
Bent knee masses
pray that Superman get the bail lent

Simple math ... take the borrowed sums
Skimmed milk money numbers — 
sticky fingers are honey licking the gums

Stolen boo tax school hall monitor pass
open wide the home room Treasury vault door
Pyramid scheme tent coming down fast,
politricksters got hands out, trying to take more

Captain America won’t say where the cash went,
even tho’ he vig knows where the money got sent

It’s a Crying Man crisis situation,
things are crooked Nile as they come
Telly mutes speak lying divination,
Crocodile shut jaws gonna stay mum
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Man Avatar
July 22, 2018 at 10:24 PM
Freddie.. I hate politics but you make them much easier to stomach!!
Turner Avatar
July 22, 2018 at 10:23 AM
You always make me laugh with your political rants, Freddie. They are quite unique my friend. Fight the good fight!
Robinson Jr. Avatar
July 22, 2018 at 9:14 AM
Ty, for the kind comments, Richard. And yeah, you can put Hi-C under that carnival tent too. Ha, ha ... ha. Love and joy always.
Lamoureux Avatar
July 22, 2018 at 9:04 AM
Quite the imagery. At first I thought this piece was about Hillary.
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