Slaves of Masters

Prepped and primed and polished,
they cannot pen themselves
a book without a ghostwriter,
dense paper & glue for the shelves.

What is to say they cannot think
outside ’the realm of politick?
Why need to meddle in affairs
better suited for the working stiff?

How would you spend your public time,
if not for wasting precious public dime,
’stead of picking facts
and the pockets of the pool?

How do we not feel like fools?
How do we represent
a country, free, eventually
robbed of every cent?

The workers of the land see first
such an incredulous totality of lies;
why, Yes We Can but won’t or can’t
be the master of our own lives.

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