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
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