Never has it been,
Who can fraud their flaws.
Kept to smother,
Under impressions to make them.
Purposely deceived.
To have their words spoken,
With them chosen to be believed.
It is in the image.
Slick and perfected.
With every hair sprayed in place.
And representing,
Qualifying and polished presentations.
This to verify upon observation.
To win a competition,
Based alone on appearance.
And not intelligence.
Or having competence to prove to anyone.
And to dispute this,
Would be in direct conflict...
Shown to have known,
By those refusing to debate...
What it is they more appreciate.
From the candidates they choose,
To pick and select to represent...
The best image of their interests.
With this to be enough to please.
And satisfy the need for leadership.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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