The First Of November - Poem by A L KIRSCHBAUM

Our politicians are neither good nor bad

The only constant is that their decisions make us mad

Be it that it may be their calling

Their decisions we quite often find appalling

Come November, they let us know that they are there

With campaign slogans that we can hardly bare

Their faces we see upon the TV screen

Reminding viewers that they really are quite mean

They rant, roar and degrade each other

With lies and deceit that they will swear they would never utter

But don't despair

Once elections are over, you'll never know that they were ever there

Until next time around when they will beg for your vote

With their name and picture on the tote

That they will give you to help your mind's recollection reclaim

While you're in the voting booth....now what was their name

Topic(s) of this poem: humorous

Form: Echo Verse

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, November 21, 2015

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