Politalks Poem by Ima Ryma

I went on a school fieldtrip to
The capitol of U.S.A.
To see what politicians do,
And hear what politicians say.
One night while in the hotel, bored,
I called a number overheard
That politicians did afford
For help on not keeping their word.
At first surprised and then so not,
And only 50 cents per call,
As to the party that I got,
And then I made sense of it all.

To make a phone call from D.C.
Is just a local call - hell be.