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Used Politicians For Sale
They have used us enough
We’re so done with their stuff
We will trade them for dust
Some old snails, or just rust
We’ll exchange them for rocks
They ship well in a box
And to save on some freight
We’ll ship two to a crate
Or between some stale bread
Like a putrefied spread
And once you post their bail
We will pluck them from jail
Then grab hold of their rings
At the end of their strings
Glued to bobble-head brains
That no longer contain
One full thought of their own
That’s why they need a home
But if their head pops loose
It’s just due to misuse
And when their strings are tugged
From both sides of their mug
You’ll hear recorded sounds
That expound and confound
So while it’s in mid-pitch
Just toss it in a ditch
Get the heck out of there
Pinky promise and swear
You’ll chuck mail in trash bins
For used politicians
Copyright ©
David Fisher
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