The
dark lord looks at his crystal ball
With
his magic skills he declares
“You
want strawberries or votes?
Let
me know I will deliver to you”
The
audience sits there
Looking
bored with his speech
They
want to go home
Cook
meals watching serial shows
The
dark lord smiles his way
The
loudspeakers make the day
Nothing
is said after all
He
is afraid to lose his game
As
the audience drive home
The
costs of goods hanging over their heads
The
dark crystal ball has shown its way
The
dark lord frowns his face
No comments:
Post a Comment