The Politician 09/17/06

His eyes were nursery rhyme blue,
with all the innocence, too.
No one realized all his lies,
covered slick with honey
that glued on all the money.
He was a politician with a top hat,
he was a politician with a sly act.
The long tails of his coat
hid the forked tail.
And he'd gloat
"I have an evil twin!"
Yes, let's laugh,
let's think it's a joke,
while every single one of us
goes broke.
And why not, why not,
because look what we've done,
to the earth, and what lovely fun!
Insert witty sarcasm here,
with our stinking minds,
and our stinking air,
and I'll leave it plain and bare.
But you shout and cry out
"Hey, cut us some slack!
We're human, we've got flaws,
We make mistakes, give us a break!"
And, really, I should,
because
who prompted us on?
The politician full of fiction.
His eyes were nursery rhyme blue,
with all the innocence, too.
And no one realized his lies.

a/n: my first attempt at slam poetry. The rhyming sounds pretty forced, doesn't it?