A little poem I wrote featuring U.S. politics:
Promises Painted on Eggshells
Soft piles of shit shift across cliffs of sand
How rustling papers do silence the storm.
As money goes from hand into hands,
Palms take bills poisoned in secrecy,
Funding gold-plated pillows over boss’s bed.
Here: governments based on publicity
The celebrity parties move the head;
Blue-blood transfused by a well-known name
From land to sea and back in once again.
No one looks around anymore. It’s all the same:
The leaders play to slay the fattened hens.
Drunken flies cover honey-coated lies—
The leavening is dead, no room to rise.