I'm filled with apprehension
Of political intention
At political conventions
Our Country's on a slippery slope
Giving cause for little hope
When candidates are sold like soap
It takes talent of a special kind
A political special kind of mind
To say “nothings” with eloquence astutely
Eloquent “nothings” are often said
To keep us naïve folk misled
As they roar on with “nothings” resolutely
When candidates expound
They pound and pound and pound
With half-truths, most unsound
It's the politician’s tact
To say “this” when meaning “that”
Camouflaging fact
With political ambition
They bash their competition
With partisan positions
It's not at all commend-a-tory
When they over sell their tainted story
With their eloquent-ed or-a-tory
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