The Skin of the Good Folk
It's
funny
how some
career politicians
(are hollow politicians)
luxuriate outside their districts
(their slowly crumbling districts)
typically feeding their tired voting base
the same old yellowing crumbs about racism
bellowing how the man is keeping them down
barking from mansions about how horrible we are
while their booties grow fat off divisive rhetoric
lies and distortion sucking joy from their faces
seeing through the fish-eyed lens of racism
but the poor sheep keep voting them in
for decade after bleating decade.
Snakes will devour their own tails
sheep will travel in tighter circles
hawks are descending upon them
it's shopping day for buzzards
hearts filled with mayhem
a pair of snake eyes
poking out from
the skin
of the
good
folk.
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