One thing that separates us from them
is that we play by recognized rules.
Consequently, we have a problem,
for they think that norms are but for fools.
Our governance system, of noble craft,
in practice, has a few leaky bulwarks:
Many win office through lying and graft.
Many, elected, turn out to be jerks.
The only protection offered to us
is to attend to, not what they say,
but things they actually do -- unless
you'd rather snooze, so they get their way
Copyright ©2018, Paul H. Harder II
This poem is licensed under a Creative Commons
BY-NC-ND 4.0 License.
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