Democracy Poem by Raymond Farrell

Democracy is the common herd
Gleefully lining up at the wicket
Because some moronic politician
Promised someone else will buy their ticket
This promise of a never-ending
Bountiful, unearned free lunch
Draws this half-witted
Decidedly hopeless bunch
Straight to the ballot box
Not unlike vultures to a kill
They continuously elect politicians
Who guarantee they get their fill
Without a penny in their pockets
In a country in debt to its ears
Ponder what is going to happen
When this mindless fantasy disappears
Then debts at last must be paid
And peace can not longer be bought
And an X on a ballot
Is all the democracy you've got.