Politics

Glassy eyed stars Those buzzards of the bar, Glory seeking creatures Living beyond the bizarre- The world's gone to a crazy cotillion In a bizarre dance of billions, The humble and the wise buried alive As the price of it all climbs past gazillions- The modern political scheme Is to never let the public know what the 'party' truly means, Keep the voters confused and wondering: Are politicians humans, or heartless machines? The less we common folk know The better for them it all goes, As long as they can buy enough votes To ensure their bank accounts continue to grow- It's the politics of the age The self-aggrandizing craze, That tries to take away the sense of ordinary folks And lock them all away, in a hopeless mental cage- Therefore understand, the ultimate political freedom Is to belong to no group or clan, To finally find you are truly free to be Your own woman or man.