Term Limits
Truth is not flexible
though often stretched
if not totally perverted--
the liar a master
manipulator of words
and people:
I listen to the politician
stretch both sides of his mouth,
the serpent tongue
not always visible
behind expensive implants,
but the scent
is a giveaway.
They marry their deceits;
butcher their enemies
(it takes a heart to care,
and a sense of soul
to register guilt)
leaving their victims
in the gutter for the public
to bury
a warning!
Grotesque portraits of the
great distance from heaven
Godless men will travel
to solidify dominion
over those weaker.
They prize themselves
where once were
Genuine Pulitzers;
but time heals all wounds--
and time resurrects
those wrongly crucified,
before their ascension
(kicking and screaming)
will drag their murderers
down into hell for just
reward:
What they always wanted--
Terms without limits….
Copyright © Joe Dimino | Year Posted 2018
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