Luc Janssen's Politics poem from 6th hour

Politics
by Luc Janssen

Make a law for personal gain
Push it on through, hope no one complains
Everyone is playing, no good remains
Partisan politics leaves deep, dark stains
Man in the street takes to his feet and then he repeats
The sidewalk under me has been stolen
Woman in a house says to her spouse while eating their grouse
That if Bush becomes president they're moving
Listen to your forefathers, listen to yourself
Learn from your neighbor, take a book from your shelf
Go on journey in your mind
Seek and you will find
Some original thought
That nobody bought
And that's worth a lot
Priceless

Should you deregulate?
Renovate?
Speculate?
All things you should investigate.
Stop accepting the information that gets put in your trough
For too long our brains have been turned off
And it doesn't take much to make that stop
But it also doesn't take a lot for us to flop
So if we really want to race to the top
Pick up a mop
And fix the mess we've dropped
 Whether you're a business man or a traffic cop
America is thoroughly lost
Americans are thoroughly lost
You are thoroughly lost
And nobody knows it

Find what you believe
Because your party probably has a trick up its sleeve
And someday you too will grieve
The loss of control
Of our collective soul
Christmas full of coal
And no cash in our bowl
And you will ask yourself why?
Now is the time to open up your eye.
Reject.
Accept.
Neglect.
Make your own flawed team all by yourself.
And at least it will be yours.

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