I Am A Honest Politician!!!.

Poetic Licence


Notice of absence from Poetic Licence
They Think It Is All Over.
Sad to say it is now.
Take Care.

Yes of course I will deliver all of that for you.
Listen carefully because everything i say is true.
I will represent every single member of the community.
Though I can only do that if you vote for me.
So tick that box and get me elected to parliament.
Then I can start my journey of greed and self enrichment.
If the truth be told, i am the master of deception.
In this world there is no other way to be a politician.


Oh darling! why are all my lovers politicians?!
So full of empty promises I know not how to look is it?
And justice wears a blind thereby to be more fair
As if to see would leave the world in error.
Come, I give up. You'll give me now the world?
Yes, this is an antique pistol handle thus empearled.


The manifesto a promise made
Like discarded chip paper
In gutters reign
Circumstance, poor decisions made
The people suffer
They take the blame.


Let's pause for a moment—
For a time-lapse view of the matter at hand—
Lightning fast, but a solid snapshot in motion
Of the façade faking the front like phallic envy,
Penises sabering against one another
Until sea men spray their leaden seed.
Such is the way of politics,
Whether parliamentary or congressional,
Monsters are birthed in malice
By serpents claiming subverted salvation.


You turn on the news, wondering what’s next—
But all you see is politicians arguing.
What has this become?
What are we waiting for?
What is there to look forward to
When every headline makes you question—
Is it the truth, or just another lie wrapped in politics?
I vote, like anyone else.
But now I’m rethinking if
I made the right decision.
Because suddenly, everyone’s a politician,
Each with their own version of truth—
Twisted and mind-bending.
So you turn on the news again,
Rethink your vote again,
And once again,
All you get is politicians
Twisting every little sentence.


I am a one-eyed, delirious man from a small town in the south
a crazy dreamer, of tomorrows without cold and sadness
quixotes brought me with firm steps
storms of sorrows light my way forward
I come from the explosion of "enough is enough!"
I am the tenderness that truly laughed again
and still faces you with a dog's face
damn usurer of my brothers
we will not exchange more skies for little pieces of paper
now we will play as equals
the day I am no longer here, they will not mourn me
"I would like to be remembered with pity for my mistakes
with understanding for my weaknesses
with affection for my virtues,
if not, I prefer oblivion,
which will be the harshest punishment for not fulfilling my duty as a MAN."


Politions the critics blah blah blah the missions we with it
I get it we flick the goals we score so wicked
Fidget I dare you the Mack 11 spare the Drac will scare you
the missions a mission with you I go fishing if I'm honest your polished
my desert your honest faucet gets dripping I fix it a mission being polition
the least of what's missing


Now I have been by the people unanimously elected.
I am by the law of the land now legally protected.
To carry out my job and responsibilities in the way i see fit.
The people who elected me I no longer could give a shit.
So come forward tell me what you desire and what you wish
First of all though have a look at my comprehensive price list.


POWER POWER POWER
My secret pleasure
Elect me for the facade I've given you
Truly, I tell you, "at least I'm the better option."
But let's be for real, we are all the same.
The moment you taste the forbidden fruit, can you really be any different?
Where the cheque is the power shall also be
I couldn't care less about your woes, for it isn't I that's affected.
So long as I get what I want, the rest can suffer.
Don't take it to heart...
This is the way of politics!
Don't worry, though, maybe you might benefit, but at the cost of others
A win is a win, so long as you're fine, right?


I do have some serious issues to deal with in parliament.
How my excessive expense account should be properly spent.
How many of my family can I employ in my offices.
Which clubs to join so I can mix with the elite in society.
Then I have to find an expensive second homes in london
And ensure I get back all the money it cost to run them.
Occasionally I have to pull the public purse strings in a bit.
I know it's a hard life, but someone has to do it.


I will make the air you breathe,
and the road you'll walk,
my words are full of wisdom,
the chamber's; never squawk,
I am not like Kaa; the snake,
you can trust in me,
just look at you, on a boat,
sailing; safe; country,
your voice will be heard,
for genie's what I am,
brick by brick; I'll build your home,
not prison, but shield dam,
but I must implore to you,
don't thank me at my door,
as I might be absentee,
liking all the gore!


Drip, drip, drip
It
D
r
o
p
s
Deliberately in dastardly detail,
The gore that parliament swore
Was nothing more than a score
Between the ass and the elephant—
Shit—wrong side of the world, for sure.
Then again, in every political end,
We're left with systems, beasts,
More foe than ever was a friend.

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  • Poetic Licence

    Once again many thanks to all those who contributed, if you haven't already had a look, the writes are worth reading

  • rrodriguez

    PL, I apologize for missing the submission deadline. There was a death in the family, and I've been out of the house for writing.

    • Poetic Licence

      Very sorry to hear that, I offer my deepest sympathies. I will be sending out another on Tuesday, you will recieve an invite to take part. Thank you for your contribution to the children's one

      • rrodriguez

        Currently I'm working on writing a short book titled How to Triumph Like a Coquí. To or tomorrow I'll work on the 2nd chapter.



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