Seventeen
Seventeen
By Franklin Price
7/30/2015
Seventeen when will it stop
A traffic jam we need a cop
Too many think they're heaven sent
That they can run for president
Can't get together have a meet
A forum for that mighty seat
If they could just cooperate
They may have stopped at only eight
Another example of their plight
Won't work together only fight
Better soon find where it's at
Or four more years of democrat
Not so many on that side
Just a couple for the ride
Scrambling to present their point
Or maybe end up in the joint
How have the parties come this far
Think they're all drunk just left the bar
That would make a little sense
How else could they be so dense
Hard to decide who gets our votes
They are not lions they're only goats
One will lead us lambs astray
We'll find who it is on voting day
May not like it maybe will
I just know I've had my fill
Of many posers now hell bent
Who think they can be president
Copyright © Franklin Price | Year Posted 2015
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