When a sinister person means to be your enemy, they always start
by trying to become your friend. William Blake
D.C. politicians, dressed in their customary black cloaks
Of serenity, talking double speak
From both sides of their mouth
To convince you
That they have your best interests in mind,
Betting their incumbent souls
On the black that you won’t question
Their integrity as long as they are in office
Smile falsely, send e-mails to their constituents
Who elected them, regurgitate their talking points,
In hopes you don’t see through their deceptive deceit
And vote them out of office,
Their polling numbers in single digits.
But because you have always voted the party line,
Spinelessly, you will again do so, like devotee groupies
waiting for election night results.
Meanwhile your historical fathers
Gather more and more Constitutional dust.