Politics Poem by BOEMS BY JA WIZDUMBs BY JA

They give us their spiel
For our support, they appeal
So we will give them, our vote

They promise the world
Leave the details obscured
Say their service, to us will devote

Their best plans are laid
Their promises made
Now their personnel needs, they promote

Then it's the greed
And no longer the deed
That they all of a sudden, evoke

It's now all for me
This is their plea
Those promises made, are now broke

Their mission they swear
But no longer care
So now we are stuck, with the bloke

It doesn't seem fair
That they, now are there
If only our votes, we could revoke

We should impose our will
Get rid of that swill
Because, they've turned into a joke
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