The politician's poverty
is slum upon the street
When bum and cart will make you roll
through city home and fleet
And shame you for the life you live
in consequence of fit
When power, vote and ignorance
will serve a man to sit
And all you seem to say to life
is that you'd be quite ill
When helpfulness and worry for
are left to mean your will
And you will lead a plan on Earth
to what a man can do
When all your votes to carry on
are not what you'd see through
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