'' From The Law We Are Immune '' Poem by Bri Mar

More Politicians on the take,
It's all a lie for goodness sake,
These interviews were all a fake,
It's our integrity they impugn.

5 grand a day is all I charge,
A speech will cost you just eight large,
Enough to repair my luxury barge,
Did you know we live on the moon?

The other claims, I don't get paid,
But I will ensure you make the grade,
Politics is but our masquerade,
We all eat from a silver spoon.

Our services yes they can be bought,
But it's secret so we can't get caught,
Did I say that? I've just forgot?
We smell like a dead raccoon.

Oh my God we've been exposed,
The bloody truth has been disclosed,
Our version of events goes unopposed,
We all drink in the same saloon.

We make the laws you must obey,
Those very ones that we betray,
Truth is you don't have a say,
We exist in a tight cocoon.

The unlucky few who were jailed,
Yes you thought you had them nailed,
Pensions intact it's you that's failed,
Ask yourself, who's the goon.

We know it will alight your fury,
But from Britain through to deep Missouri,
Politicians are both judge and jury,

‘' From The Law We Are Immune ‘'