To the governor of Kentucky I will count
From the facts that I have found out,
On the reasons that he won't get my vote
So, this little poem I have wrote.
He is always blaming the teachers
As the Devil is blamed by preachers,
And with his very own contention
He's stands against a state worker's pension.
And then there is his other evil perk
He made it Into law, non-union right-to-work,
Though our economy isn't strong and healthy
He blames the poor, the middle-class, but never the wealthy.
I am a Republican that's true to say
But, he still didn't get my vote anyway,
I always vote for the person, and never the party
As I am not no follower, I'm a smarty.
And in remembrance of my great bluegrass state
I won't even need to count to eight,
So, to all the voting women and men;
Let the counting begin.
One, two,
He isn't for me or you.
Three, four,
He doesn't help the middle-class or the poor.
Five, six,
He's full of lies and dirty tricks.
Now comes seven,
Hopefully it's bye, bye Bevin.
Randy L. McClave
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Brave utterances set aside for sober reflection. A thought provoking rendition. Thanks for sharing, Randy.