Party

The political party is a pot Brewing beer not of barley Preserved for the toppers not the lot It is a beer to convince by deception to pry Upon the minds of the lot The powers of the political party steer Mainly gained through the intoxication After partying with the beer Maliciously present party prediction Based on the lot’s vulnerability and fear The powers of the political party steer The over-ambitious manifesto brewed in the pot And the lot get intoxicated with this beer Made of poly-tricks and propaganda of a sort Then power is granted to the party by the lot’s votes out of fear Then the manifesto becomes a shelf occupant Bearing in mind their bellies, bullies, bribery, and bureaucracy, Finding definitions for their inabilities, and plant In the lot the hope for the future of a true democracy While they gather our coffers for their future like the ant.