They tend to come in varying degrees,
Fat,
Blind,
And plainly greed,
Politics and policies,
Have never been my thing,
Silver tongues and golden teeth,
Preaching,
Prancing,
Hiding what's beneath,
It's all just puppet strings really,
With fear and hate they send their spies,
poking,
prodding,
spreading lies,
The truth is hogwash anyways,
Little slips with big ol' numbers,
Zero,
Ten?
On top of which a "rich" man slumbers,
Somebody poke him with a stick,
March in lines and piss in the sandbox,
Mine,
MINE,
Firing blanks with their little ol' ...
You get the hint... Government,
The blind leading the deaf,
Where?
Who?
The final destination is always death,
Yet no one seems to know direction,
Red Blue Gray Green,
Left,
Right,
Big Brother on the screen,
So which way are you going?
I guess that's all I'm able to say,
more,
plenty,
I think you already know anyway,
That we're the ones that keep them in power...
