Seldom around when
you need him.
But it never fails:
he is there
When it's time to
feed him.
Early on, his mother
knew
He'd be a
politician.
As a kitten, he
proved to be
A glib rhetorician.
He could talk his
siblings out of
Any treat or favor.
He quickly learned
what went down fast
And what he needed
to savor.
In kitten school, he
highly excelled.
Though not an expert
reader,
He was good at
giving orders,
For he was a natural
leader.
When it came to
loyalties,
You barely knew
where he stood.
He was known as the
"cagey one"
Throughout the
neighborhood.
Now he thinks that
caterwauling
Expresses his
constitution,
And he has devoted
time to perfecting
The art of
circumlocution.
When you think
you've pinned him down,
Much to your dismay,
He evades your
prying questions
And suddenly slips
away.
His donors,
extolling his policies,
Are proud to be in
his tribe.
What they might call
a major donation,
Others call a bribe.
"Donations"
consist of a dying lizard,
A tasty, half-eaten
mouse,
Or a scrumptious
piece of grasshopper
Next to the door of
the house.
When the spotlight
shines on him,
Oh, how his eyes
glisten!
But sometimes he
talks way too much
And doesn't like to
listen.
He maintains his
strategies
Are crucial for
survival.
Thus, he looks for
ways to smear
Any political rival.
He thinks he is
quite the card.
However, opinions
are split.
Though liked by
some, many think
He's really full of
spit.
"You will
always win with me!"
Is one of his
favorite quotes.
He hopes his fake
sincerity
Will win him a lot
of votes.
Sidestep runs a
messy campaign
As he stands in
front of the flag.
He just hopes that
no one lets
The cat out of the
bag.
-by Bob B (1-31-20)
(images borrowed from online sources)
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