They give us their spiel

For our support, they appeal

So we will give them, our vote


They promise the world

Leave the details obscured

Say their service, to us will devote


Their best plans are laid

Their promises made

Now their personnel needs, they promote


Then it’s the greed

And no longer the deed

That they all of a sudden, evoke


It’s now all for me

This is their plea

Those promises made, are now broke


Their mission they swear

But no longer care

So now we are stuck, with the bloke


It doesn’t seem fair

That they, now are there

If only our votes, we could revoke


We should impose our will

Get rid of that swill

Because, they’ve turned into a joke

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