In the hustling life
there's time for no convictions.
You could sharpen a knife
on the tongues of the competition.
Truth grows dim
in the eyes of a politician.
Down I went
to the pools of self-service,
but a figure emerged
and made my handlers nervous.
A man deranged?
A man changed?
A man from his own world estranged.
In the inspired life
people want convictions,
not a gun or knife
or dirt on your competition.
Truth flows free
from the mouth of this politician.
Down I went
to the pools of self-pity,
but a figure emerged
with rhymes bold and witty.
(based on Bulworth)
Saturday, August 18, 2007
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