Politician bags the prize
By promises besought
Never is his word belied
By what he does, or not

For, on gaining office, he
Reneges on every vow,
Knowing there's another with
A hand upon the plow

Nothing by that Other Hand
Is ever left to chance
If a devil slips the harness
Seven more advance

In this state no candidate
Need entertain the thought
Fretting  how he ought to plow:
Looking back, or not

  Arne Herstad©2004   October

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