Politics Couture
My pillow feels so awfully lumpy
I dream their casting votes for “trumpy”
Well not for him but for his minions
Swinging tightly from his pinions
And yet in truth if I’m confidin’
I’m not too thrilled with old Joe Biden
For somehow when the fan is hit
He comes out clean….where was he hide’n
It seems they want to change the past
To fit and mold in full array
A robe of politics couture
In hopes to resurrect a future
When we awake and have to choose
For even when we win we lose
11/8/2022
Copyright © John Lawless | Year Posted 2022
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