Politicians

Polling the masses and the upper classes Sickly sweet smiles, just like molasses With duplicitous skill they fail to give answers Spinning the words like ballroom dancers The lips that kiss the rosy-cheeked babies Are the same ones that kissed those illicit young ladies Words so cheap they’re holding a sale Promises galore on the bargain rail Grey tailored suits dart between urban hedges Pockets well-lined with unfulfilled pledges The doorbell tolls in an ominous way Snouts in the trough chaps! It’s voting day