Small Peckered Politicians (A Poem)

They took them out of their pants and

Put them up on the table

I wanted to punch through my tv

But somehow I was able

To take a few breaths. And Come back to zen

Able to save my hoarse voice and

Instead use my pen

But I’ll get carpel tunnel

If I write all my feelings

About these arrogant men

And their criminal dealings

And I have more important uses

For each of my fingers

But the longer I sit on em

The longer it lingers

That feeling you get

Getting beat by a team

When you know that you’re better

And you just wanna scream

But your coach is unconscious

And your fans are all fighting

And then up ahead

Comes the thunder and lightning

And the game should be called

For the safety of others

But there’s no sign a pointing

To where we should take cover

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They are a magnifying glass

And we’re all the ants

Waiting for angry old men

To put their dicks in their pants

The End

I wrote this poem while watching the news. I hope you enjoy it! You can hear me read it at WeLoveCorey.com