Why, a poetician you ask?
Well, they really do make it easy.
It’s simple finding rhyming words.
With greed, lies and sleazy.
I listen to the discussions,
Of commoners, knights and peers.
They sound like a pack of hyenas.
Words lost in grunts and jeers.
And these are the people who lead us.
Into the future, near and far.
I do not trust them to govern thus.
It’s shocking how things are.