Jackass-O-Lanterns
8.24.2019
Politicians
They’ll tell you they are pumpkins
Bright and orange
Lovely pumpkins
Filled with seeds of promise
It’s all lies, it’s just a game
They’re more like jack-o-lanterns
Hollow, barren jack-o-lanterns
But they are jackass-o-lanterns
Giving the real jack-o-lanterns a bad name
Devoid of value
Integrity starved
Emptied of all their pie value
Before their faces carved
But look through their empty eyes
Peek beyond rotten hollow smiles
They stole the seeds of donation
From the coffers now empty pockets
Promised to benefit the nation
But made sure they had exhausted
Fueling the flames in their eyes
Not to fuel the energy of productive action
But to burn the evidences of lies
And the ashes of their promises
Rise up before your eyes
Fueled by donations, reallocations, taxes or otherwise
When will we ever learn
That kind of politician is a jerk
Their government programs never work
That rational minds
And not emotions
Move the mountains
Fill the oceans
Won’t fill your head with the ridiculous notions
Of stripping rights
And dreams of socialist nations
While they empty your pumpkin of its seeds
Only the politician’s mouths it feeds
But it can’t fill the insatiable greed
Of jackass-o-lanterns
Save your piece of the pie
Save your seeds
From the jackass-o-lanterns
