Indignant
well, you're indignant as hell
at his slavish hunger for praise,
demanding and grabbing credit
for deeds that were never his;
at his sense of infallibility,
his utter inability to brook
criticism or own up an error,
concealing his own mistakes;
at his unabashed preference
for yes-men and sycophants
who never give a no or maybe
for an answer to his demands;
but he's the voters' choice,
your raging rants don't sell,
and, yes, his lapdogs rejoice,
and you're indignant as hell.
Copyright © Romeo Naces | Year Posted 2007
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