Dull Knife, Flat Spoon, Forked Tongue

Never heard a spoken word
that contained the truth.
Easier having summer weather,
mid December in Duluth.

A chicken in every pot
a promise made loud and clear.
Standing on a podium
smiling ear to ear.

No new taxes,we need a change,
vote for me I’m your man.
Females join in, arm in arm,
with their rendition of the can-can.

No matter what the sex is,
color, race or creed,
agenda hidden, out of sight,
its all about their greed.

So take a listen and watch the dance,
a dog and pony show.
It is your vote that they want,
just watch how low theyll go.

Useless tools the bunch of them,
dull knife, flat spoon, forked tongue.
What is left when all is said,
a pile of cow dung.