Sheep
Every four to eight years ,
they all bark change..
But all I see ,
is the Oval Office chairs rearranged..
Reform seems to be a word,
they speak in their sleep.
And all we are to do,
is follow as sheep..
A campaign of lies,
will win your vote.
now he's elected,
and you are the goat..
For the middle class,
it will be easy street.
A road paved in gold,
for only one percent to reap..
If you really want a voice,
I do have a plan.
Give all the house seats,
to the working man..
A life time job,
this was not meant to be.
Why should rich people know,
what is best for me ..
Copyright © Glen Schwartz | Year Posted 2017
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