The Politicians Fate Poem by J.B. LeBuert

Congress is a place,
Where some find disgrace;
Some come here ready to think,
Some leave here full of stink.

If this is the place that you choose,
To gain power, stature and fame;
You'll not win, you'll only lose,
Surely finding sorrow, pity and shame.

Stealing our money
Has never been funny.
There can't be any good reason,
To commit such shameful, dastardly treason.

The die is set,
My vote has been cast;
You've cheated and lied,
About your past.

You've sold your soul
For a few lumps of coal;
No more votes cast with dread,
No more pardons,

NOW YOU'RE DEAD.