Elected In Election's

Elected in election's, year after year They stand on their podiums, declaring their seer's Telling us proudly in the hope that we'll sap Basically it's all lies as they tell so much crap How can they stand there and lie through their teeth It beggars believe it would make a blind man weep Promising their portfolio to do for the best It doesn't come from their heart, but an ass full of zest The next time I vote I shall think really hard They'll have to be true for their words to be absorbed I doubt this will happen as they like to be heard And they forget where they came from, which is totally absurd 'Not an entry in Carolyn's contest' http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/life-13.php