Poetry

The Warriors who fought so hard

Counting down the days to November's dawn

I think I am better, I think your not

So full of greed so full of lust

I would be a paid poet if I thought I could write

I could be the leader of the free world if I could convince them I was right

I believe in anyone who pays my dues

I was born a rich man raised and groomed

To make people believe that I am right

To have them not notice the trails of deceit I leave behind

So who would it be but the man from Texas the Conqueror of our century

"There's oil in them there hills lets kill em all and kill some of ours at the same time to"

So yell and shout and raise your glass high, it’s the wonderful days of politics the wonderful harvest time