How do we elect all Presidents?
It is incredibly simplistic.
We go to urns and cast our votes in.
'But why?' I asked myself this question
Incessant multitudes of times; in sorrow.
All politicians, including presidents,
And, by their own admissions later,
In their memoirs and sudden recollections
Are incorrigible occupational fibbers.
We always take what they promulgate
During election’s lengthy process
With hugest grain of salt and still,
At the end of it, we learn it all in books…
Titled the same:
‘I would if I could!
But I couldn't, so I didn't!’
Categories:
fibbers, political,
Form: Concrete
It's here, nor there,
when living on a prayer.
Rolling on,
without a care.
I watch,
as you live out your nightmare.
One bad dream,
the worlds become.
But who should complain;
the damage already done.
Like you; I've turned my back,
you're way to serious.
And I'm having to much fun.
Living life under the smoking gun.
I depend on life itself,
you're to worried about collecting wealth.
Now you're the ones sitting on the store shelf.
Sold to the highest bidder,
They're not broke, but they are fibbers.
Making promises they won't deliver.
Yet they label me, the sinner.
As they sell the country, up the river.
Categories:
fibbers, history, loss, natural disasters,
Form: I do not know?