The Senator

You answer yes, but mean no,
Savoring the status quo.
Urging “change” but never show,
An ounce of leadership.
 
Politician to the core,
Hide behind an open door.
Everybody knows the score --
You intend to do nothing.
 
Lapel pin gleams as you glide,
Close astep the big man’s stride,
Buzzwords ‘flect the shifting tide,
Never count for anything.

Senate’s benches filled with you,
Greedy suits without a clue,
Anti-leaders, like a glue
That keeps us stuck at nothing.

- f'Man Bocera