Encrusted dirt skulks your now polished dermis
Rituals for recruits to be in our service
Hand in the pot in search of retribution
with muddy hands planted upon the Constitution.
Election buzz capped, the cesspool still builds,
clogged by the foolish and clearly unskilled.
Tear down and rebuild, the mantra put forth,
machines never moving just staying their course.
And here we sit now, no ending in site
Drivel and hogwash directing the fight
The focus all blurred and skewed from direction,
No pondering here, no time for reflection
Just stab at a stone and think it will sever,
Or build a brick wall, a clever endeavor.
The lobbying pressure is ever the measure,
Of how you can pay for your next big adventure
Remember the people the ones you protect,
the ones who chose you because of respect,
the ones you have chosen to now misdirect,
because someone had cut you a sizable check.
Your lexis is tainted with prevarication
your character labeled as an abomination.
You sold out, you’re a coward, a liar, a fraud.
Just look in the mirror and see that you’re flawed.
Your pockets are lined with the blood of your factions,
How you lull them with lies and puerile distractions
Yet hemorrhaging Franklin's are thrown at your feet
With checks cut to cash, how shrewdly discreet
So you stand at the plinth and slander the truth,
then speak in agendas so clearly uncouth.
It’s humorous how made-up aisles can divide you,
And how your words can accomplish such hateful news.
Your eyes they are marred by a tunnel of flaws
Your allies talk dirty exposed with their claws
These feuds have no meaning, no outcome at all
They usually come armed with no protocols
I’m glad you can name call, I’m glad you can jest,
your tenure in Congress, mediocre at best.
What we need is for you and your clones to depart
And get some fresh blood to make a new start.
We tiff of betrayals that occurred in past
Instead of the present and how we can last.
We point a hard finger expecting a change,
knowing full well that both sides are deranged.
I see where we’re headed, the rabbit hole path
The descent into madness, the stark aftermath
The swamp is a desert where no one can thrive
We’re lucky to make it in this world alive.
Paul Neglia (author) from Poughkeepsie, NY USA on December 23, 2018:
Absolutely. Thanks Gypsy.
Gypsy Rose Lee from Daytona Beach, Florida on December 23, 2018:
Awesome rant I feel most of them scream like the Queen of Hearts off with their heads
Paul Neglia (author) from Poughkeepsie, NY USA on December 22, 2018:
I wish they would John. They all worry about their own personal welfare as opposed to how they can better the country. It's disgusting. Thank you for your kind words my friend.
John Hansen from Gondwana Land on December 21, 2018:
What a wonderful rant. Politicians need to read this as it lays it all on the line too clearly to ignore. Great rhyming and flow as always.
Paul Neglia (author) from Poughkeepsie, NY USA on December 21, 2018:
I think that is the problem, i dont know the answer, and I've given up on trying to find the solution. Thank you so much for your kind words.
Verlie Burroughs from Canada on December 21, 2018:
Rant it is! Great rhyming couplets. I could feel the rage in your eloquent rant. But it opened with a call to find a new way, and yet (I felt) ended kind of hopelessly. Where is the agenda of those that are feeling disenfranchised? I hope there is one.