Political Politicians
Solar system, twenty-four-hour rotation—turning,
three hundred sixty-five-day revolution—returning.
Asseveration system, four-year migrant,
overturned cups, promises,
spilling out like the unborn,
bathing the heart’s ear,
resounding canyon echoes
of sanguinity, prosperity, fantasy.
Poverty or opulence?
Debate, ponder, discord.
Choice, suffer suffrage.
If nothing changes, nothing changes.
Nothing changes!
Politicians, ambivalent
Robin Hoods from hell.
Change your life?
A mendacious mendicant’s tale.
Copyright © Mickey Grubb | Year Posted 2025
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