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
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2021
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