Polytricks Poem by John Sensele

Politics is a dirty game according to the observer;
The voter sees politicians when they need his vote
To become parliamentarians and later ministers
Who read speeches they learn by rote
Memory to drive posh cars and fatten their pockets
Although it's his vote that landed them in the boat.

They scramble for all contracts, jobs and opportunities
Available in the economy which they control
With ruthless gluttony and rapacious greed
So that they wear a crocodile skin sole;
They lie by the clock and doze off on duty
Oblivious of the little benefit in the observer's bowl.

They guzzle public resources and wipe the national treasury clean
Without returning change and producing a receipt;
Potholes fill roads, crops rot on farms, the poor's tummies
Do not know the taste of balanced meals or meat;
Although the politician grows a huge neck and a pot belly
He claims he's not violating the pretty petite.