Wednesday, May 20, 2009

Driving the Politics Folly Train

The Words that come out of his mouth
Defy the grey hairs on his head
What's held between his ears
Leaves much to be desired

He's a perennial liar
Doesn't know the meaning of truth
Yet every five years
We line up to cross his name,
and cast the ballot in the booth

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