House Of Politics Poem by Randy McClave

The house of politics it is such a dirty house,
It is not meant for man nor beast not even a tiny mouse,
All the walls are filthy and the floors are covered with grime,
From all the lies and scandals, and maybe a forgotten crime.
The windows they all are smudged, so we can never look inside,
So all the corruption and evil they can then conveniently hide,
And if you open any of the closets, there you might also find,
The forgotten skeletons handcuffed, as justice is also blind.
The refrigerator is full of food for any republican or democrat,
And all the foods are seasoned, with bribes that will make any politician fat,
The bedrooms are the resting places for the creation of laws and bills,
Where the men and women politicians will sell their souls for licit deals.
Unto this house with hatred, we the voters should have it torn down,
Then with all the escaping rats and vermin, them all we should drown,
May GOD have mercy on the politicians souls for their malicious guilt,
But; we are the taxpayers, this house of politics we built.

Randy L. McClave