Drunk Politics

Drunk Politics

A Poem by wRIGHTer
"

Politics,a transparent facade...

"
From perch to street on wobbly wheels,
"If only falling down was harder than walking,this political tightrope surely wouldnt let me down!"
or so the shouting goes.

Don't he realise,
butterflies don't look good in the dark.
Don't he realise,
butterflies don't get the attention their magical colours command then.
Don't he realise,
caterpillars are a very curious case.

Won't he now lay down his soul on this guilty gravel.
Won't i now sheppard his booze infected body home to his sheep.
Won't he then remain mayor many moons more.

From perch to street on campaign trail,
"I promise the world,the moon and all of these sublunary riches for us to share!"
or so the bar affairs go.

© 2013 wRIGHTer


Author's Note

wRIGHTer
enjoy!

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amazing how politicians in my country end up in power even after scandals,corruption and bad behaviour. Even more amazing is the complete oblivious nature of the people

Posted 11 Years Ago



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wRIGHTer
wRIGHTer

Rustenburg, North West, South Africa



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it's really not that hard,life,all you need is love and a way to sustain it..everything else is just consequences more..

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