Elections are a bitch who’ll only say
She loves you so that she can get you hard
Or wet—and when you’re fucked, she’ll flit away
And give you nothing but her disregard.
Government is a rich self-centered ass
Who’s never touched a doorknob in his life,
Demands subservience each time he’s crass,
And treats the people like a trophy wife.
Democracy’s a corporate enterprise
Where hope is cultivated by degrees
By vassals overworked under the eyes
Of hoods, collaborators, and Legrees.
Freedom’s the bone on which our guard dogs teethe
While huddled masses pay for air to breathe.
Copyright 2017 Matthew J Wells