A Comment on Politics

The favorite son is the candidate

A dark horse come in it the last

The favorite son shows up late

But makes up time fast.

In the great world of famous men

A little man is neglected

The famous man is and has been

The leader because it's expected.

A figure in politics is a wheel

That throws his weight about

The little fellow down at the heel

Is pressured and pushed out.

Some how I wonder why the times

grow more corrupt with prosperity

Some people say that graft and crimes

Are hereditary and go on from posterity.

"Soak the rich," we hear this phrase

The rihc are as rich as ever

Politics and demogogues are a disgrace

But you can't say they aren't clever.