dull knife, flat spoon, forked tongue
Dull knife, Flat spoon, Forked tongue
Never heard
a spoken word
that contained the truth.
Easier having
summer weather,
mid December in Duluth.
“A chicken in every pot”
a promise made loud and clear.
Standing on a podium
smiling ear to ear.
“No new taxes,
we need a change,
vote for me I’m your man.”
Female’s join in,
arm in arm,
with their rendition of the can-can.
No matter
what the sex is,
color, race or creed,
agenda hidden,
out of sight,
it’s all about their greed.
So take a listen
and watch the dance,
a dog and pony show.
It is your vote
that they want,
just watch how low they’ll go.
Useless tools
the bunch of them,
dull knife, flat spoon, forked tongue.
What is left
when all is done,
a pile of cow dung.
Copyright © 2007 Ronald J. Edwards
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duluth georgia?
Weathers not too bad there. Great, fun read, enjoyed the rhyme and flow. Good satire. raskin
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hahahaha i kind of meant Duluth Minnesota
glad you liked the poem, are the politicians the same in your neck of the woods ?
brrrrrr
I think it is the same everywhere. No matter which woods you hail from. raskin