The Guile Democrat Poem by AUTHOR KELLY JUUZ

The Guile-Democrat





There, he sits,
Sipping the brewed ethanol,
Jingling his luxury car keys,
Ordering lots of gizzards,
Squeaking smiles like a-snake
The serviette isn't his taste,
Such a political poor pest.
* * *
On my watch, still on still,
The girls glitter like gazelle.
One of them sound bored,
Perhaps, she loves money;
Yeah, four of them fall for money,
Forgetting tomorrow maybe for mourning.
Oh, mercy unto their penny families.
* **
A quick glimpse at his car,
That, lies my country's money.
Ah, could it be he's making fame
Or is he oppressing our country's financial firms.
All the concepts on the car - millions!
Lucky reapers of the honest poor voters.
Time is a ticket; it expires, shame follows.
** *
Oh fellow citizens, here, I cried!
Where are the victims of poverty,
Democrats promised heaven on earth
Before setting into their blues.
Let tears begin to ruin their hearts,
Let chaos paint all their luxuries
Until, every settlement settles all indebted souls.








©Author Kelly JUUZ
(A salient prolific author...)
28/08/2018
03: 40PM