'' They Will Abuse '' Poem by Bri Mar

By obeying the hype,
Your resorting to type,
You behave the way they dictate,
The past they wipe,
The time is now ripe,
To show their corruption we hate.

Their luxury meals,
Behind door deals,
Tell us they are being uncouth,
What this reveals,
Is every one of them steals,
They don't know the meaning of truth.

It doesn't make sense,
To sit on the fence,
While they fritter our money away,
At our expense,
The facts they condense,
For their incompetence we have to pay.

Mistakes they deny,
They refuse to reply,
Questions asked are cast to the side,
When things go awry,
They rely on the lie,
Behind them they do love to hide.

They never forget,
Nor feel regret,
Boasting about what they've achieved,
Why even fret,
It's only our debt,
What they say cannot be believed.

What they claim as success,
Equates to a mess,
Reality is a word they don't use,
While we feel the stress,
You don't need to guess,
Taxpayers money,

‘' They Will Abuse ‘'