November Blues

by

Daniel Chapa

I have never voted for a winner
It's clear to me that my choices
do not sit well with the populus
But I choose and then watch
Then I see the results and cuss

I know they are all liars
they say whatever they think will please
Little do we know (all voters of course)
lying is infectious, like a disease
It starts with a single lie, begins a roll
The roll becomes swift and affects a poll
By the time it's emminent to cast your vote
the politicos have completely sold their soul

The candidates don't really care about you,
If they did they wouldn't have lied to you

Don't misunderstand... I want you to vote
Elect some rich boy whose life has been planned
private schools and Ivy League Friends
Our lives that we live they cannot possibly understand
They wear that blue collar, as if it's a brand

I'm just angry and arguing at dinner
It's the end of november
and I can't vote for a f*@#ing winner

NEXT?
Why don't you look at The Song Of The Bullfinch
by: Francis Duggan
from: Wonthaggi, Victoria, Australia

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