The clowns and lunatics
Have taken over the halls of government
The once august institutions
Are now places of madness and filth.
The Clowns, Children of magic and tricky
They bewitched the populace
With games and circus
Only to trick them into oblivion
When the impending trouble comes
The Lunatics, Agents of chaos and lies
Fear is their weapon of control
Death they inflict upon honest men
War they wage on truth
Mind and spirit crushed by lies they spew
Maybe deserve our lot, we the voters
For we gave power to these people
Like a child giving candy
Maybe the asylum is our true paradise
For we voters are mad
Truly mad!
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Poetry of the Furious
PoetryThere are things in life that frustrate, anger and saddens you. Things like the irritable people around you, the happenings in politics and current events, problems that continue to haunt you. I deal with these irritations by turning them into poetr...
