The Puppet In Chief
Yes I can refuse
to believe the hype
when my core views
keep getting ripe
while you refuse
to halt this swipe.
I bail on this chief,
our puppet speaker,
as my belief
hails me seeker
since this relief
can’t get bleaker.
So, who owns you, sir?
Is it Goldman Sachs?
Does big oil blur
all our attacks?
I must concur
your pride is lax.
This grand distraction
won’t steal my thunder
as your faction
buckles under
civil action
while you wonder.
Copyright © John Weber | Year Posted 2009
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