My Politician

My politician turns to me His eyes clear as can be And asks why I will not go With his arguments I agree And his point of view I see But my answer remains "No" My politician asks again If not now, when? But I have nothing to say Sure I've seen how bad it's been Fights break out between the men But I choose to keep away My politician, I amuse When I say I'm afraid to lose For he knows that's it's a lie Sure I have a short fuse But I'm not afraid of abuse I could at least give it a try My politician stands on stage Caught up in all the rage The argument grows loud I'm filled with this feeling so strange Like I'm trapped within a cage A helpless face, lost in a crowd My politician turns to me once more His eyes bloodshot, his head is sore Bruised from all the mental kicks My heart aches from the very core As I see him limp out the door And he wonders why I hate politics?