Stanley Cooper

Rookie - 20 Points (August 4th,1926 / New York City)

Political Reality - Poem by Stanley Cooper

A politician pursuing the high office of his choosing
Must be credibly enthusing
To be voted in
He can’t afford to flounder
As he tries to act profounder
Then his foe, that awful bounder
If he wants to win

To win the race he’s running
He must be sly and cunning
When his foes he goes a gunning
On the campaign trails
The workers of our nation
Will hear his dedication
To workers compensation
Which never fails

He’ll shake the hands of farmers
And even some embalmers
Will be the total charmer
As his web he weaves
Is it really any wonder
Why he’ll play up to a funder?
From most funders, if he blundered
There’d be no reprieve

He will court our country’s wholesalers
Salute our country’s sea sailors
And even chat with dress tailors
In his effort to succeed
He will visit city slickers
Pick with apple pickers
Give them campaign stickers
And wish them all God speed

But...after winning the election
Upon not too much reflection
The voters find rejection
From their man above
He soon forgets the vows he made
His memory just seems to fade
He proves he’s just a renegade
Comes push to shove

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Poem Submitted: Monday, July 13, 2009

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