A writer who plays with politics,
Is not the same,
As a politician who writes...
To have people read to see it known,
The very best of their addicting fictions told.
And a writer who recites to speak,
May sound as if he could preach.
And from pulpits quote...
The very best of their addicting fictions told.
And no one would ever know.
With eyes closed,
Who should they follow.
Who is perceived to lead.
With eyes closed.
And who...
Eventually is discovered to have credibility,
With the telling of the truth.
Words delivered as they are and not dressed,
In a tailored suit and silk tie with spit shined shoes.
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