Under the Sun

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Poems
What it is, is what it has always been --- in rhyme.

Submitted: September 27, 2019

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The Dittle-dots

Construct their plots

While the Rotten Randy's

Enlarge their lies.

They all take hold

Of Dealer's gold

While waving flags

In election skies.

 

The kings are loose

To cook the Goose

But there is no chicken

In every pot.

Their promises are many

Their truth isn't any

So their words don't mean

You'll get what you bought.

 

We've seen it before,

What waits in store,

Their secrets are brewing

Along with the stew.

One wants your money

For the rich man, honey,

And the other will take it

For a socialist's brew.

 

Ah, election time,

The Gemini Sign

But the power resides

With the very few.

No matter what age

They pay the right wage

To get things done

That they want to do.

 

So read-um and weep,

Most are just sheep

Following those shepherds

That are told what to do

By the royal array

Who will get their way.

'Cause under this sun

There is nothing new.

 

 

JEFalcon

09-26-2019


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