With his ostrich head down in the sand
His worldly view is less than bland
He’s sanded down with ostrich flair
So we assume he’s happy there
With head in sand he appears absurd
But our point of view is not a birds
We don’t have a birds-eye view
How birds think, we have no clue
He must know something we don’t know
That keeps him happy down below
But I doubt it’s something we should try
We don’t see well with sand in eye
Yet some politicians are real bird-brains
With heads in sand have no constrains
Viewing their world with bird-like mentality
Heads down below, they block out reality
But they are in office ‘cause we voted for them
So in fact, we’re to blame for all their mayhem
Why they were elected, I now understand
We voted ostrich-like with heads in the sand
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I don't think we vote candidates in anymore. They let us think we do, but we don't. Not since Kennedy. They gave it back to us during Bush jr, but look what happened. A recount in his brothers state. Crooked as snake spines. Oh yeah. You poem was excellent! Thanks.