Politically Correct: A Poem of Inspiration
What is the true worth of any man, if you could hold his soul in your hand,
Would it be as cold as ice, or warm, in comparison, is ours to understand?
When can you tell if a woman is truthful, is it to be in her smile, as beautiful,
Should you trust in the rhetoric, a persisting act, seemingly to be so dutiful?
Politickers will readily flock to a candidate, one who does all their bidding,
Despite a majority, its quota filled, whether obvious or not, who's kidding?
While the honest, reputable, so respectful, his words spoken to the winds,
Never given a chance, as that of his opponent, to depend upon his friends.
When we vote at the poles, are we voting for a man, or just a party's plan,
Will all of our requests be met, or is it just a party, our dancing to a band?
Are there any rotten apples in the barrel, or a spoiled chicken in the pot,
Is every promise made by the running man, haunted by some he forgot?
We can't always please all of the people, all of the time, anyway,
Just try to keep folks happy on the mill pond, to do what you say!
Please tell everybody, who listens, us frogs are not cold blooded,
Don't support a reptile, his flickering tongue, one we once studied.
A person dedicated to the truth, and works very hard, is a lot of proof,
They're down to earth, understanding of all issues, never to act aloof.
If asked a question, if politically correct, or not, get to the point, it's right,
An honest soul shines very bright, though deep inside, is still in our sight.
Just remember to never give up, you're the captain of this fine vessel,
Calmer tides are soon to be here, despite the stormy seas to wrestle.
Though it sometimes seems you're sinking like a small can of sardines,
When in fact, you're one of the Navy's best, of its nuclear submarines.