Political Sonnet Poem by J.B. LeBuert

One day you're on top, and the next not so
The polls say that you're in front of the pack
Say the wrong thing, and you will get the sack
Stay on your toes, you can't go with the flow
To win by a landslide, is your one goal
But a win is a win, who cares the spread
Today you're great, then hanging by a thread
You've kissed all the babies and paid a toll
But you won't win if you don't throw some mud
You've been bought with money from the elite
You know that it's wrong, but you'll be discrete
When you pass the laws, we pay with our blood
If you would just stop now and look around
We're up in arms and want a drastic change
Nothing that you do is very profound
Your self-serving attitude is not strange
Your ship is sunk or at least gone aground
I wish you bad luck I know you won't change