Worthy of Nothing More Than a Bullet in the Head

He looks at you as if you've farted.
How dare you complain about
The things he does for businesses
And ask him to help out the poor?
That's not the way the world works.
The rich get richer. They give money
To this toad whose title says that he's
Your representative in Congress.
Clearly, he is not. He works for those
Who pay his bills, the ones who have
A job for him when he gets tired
Of the spotlights. His grubby
Constituents, the families who
Need food, the women who are
Groped when they're at work,
The kids whose parents brought them
Here as infants and aren't citizens,
Are begging for relief. He looks
Out of his office window, smiles.
When the riffraff's gone, he tells
His staff that, from now on, they
Need to send such people
Somewhere else.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-05-02 at 00:58

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