P - President

Propped open, perched up Placed in place on your pedestal Pondering if your position on top is permanent, your premeditated perverse becomes paranoia Protracting your path of prideful propulsion while we pause, preoccupied by the propaganda polluting our vision To the public your punctual, full of purpose Pitiful, people cannot perceive the true purpose in your perception This prison you have placed us in painted as a palace, a paradise for the pensive person Persistent on pushing politics with a personal preference and no proof of positive effects A private and profound plan to purge a percentage of the populace And you are just a piece to the puzzle Purely a puppet To ponder is a principal of the people not yet punishable The paralyzed population still has pupils, piercing through your puny pompous perspective you call protection