Let me describe to you,
A man who is loathed by a few,
Yet loved by many.

A man whose face smiles,
While his heart doesn't.

Eyes void of compassion,
Yet, he's believed to be compassionate.

Whose neck disappear into his chest,
Replaced by folds of fat and immorality

Whose hands rarely makes,
They mostly mar.

He's cried upon,
Yet, he turns his back.

A man whose hands sweats blood,
Yet, he feels no guilt.

A man whose belly shows no remorse,
Swallowing what isn't his'.

A man whose mouth spew what is not,
Yet they hold on to it.

This man is loathed by a few,
Others are blindfolded.

He fools,
And turns them to his tools.

You're wondering who he is?
He's a POLITICIAN


©Zee Momma