The Skin of the Good Folk

It's funny how some career politicians (are hollow politicians) luxuriate outside their districts (their slowely 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 they're 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 decending upon them its shopping day for buzzards hearts filled with mayhem a pair of snake eyes poking out from the skin of the good folk