Thursday, September 15, 2011


Sometimes I wonder what I see in you.
   You never give except for your own gain.
You rarely do the things you swear you’ll do.
   Your inconsistency drives me insane.
You lay the law down like a traffic cop,
   And then wave favorites through against the lights--
Swear up and down that bias has to stop,
   Then make exceptions for connected whites.
The rules mean what you say they mean, and we,
  Who follow them, get nothing but your scorn,
While you proclaim impartiality
  And then bend over for the better born--
     Upholding principles that can’t be bought,
     Then whoring them to power on the spot.

Copyright 2011 Matthew J Wells

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