On politics, how those who got voted forgot about those who’d voted for them, in no more than miniscule of a second, translated…
They Smiled So Sweet
Puckered Up Their Rainbow-Colored Lips
Like Those Blooming Buds of the Spring on the Trees
As the Wind Blew, They’d All, Turned into Planets, Soaring
Some Turned Fast, Some Just, Stood Still
The Colorful Rain Poured Downward, from California to the White House
The Natures of Politics, Changing More Quickly than the Weather Would
The Elderly Students Took Off Their Baby Teeth, Put the Dreams, the Jewelries, as well, as the Bullets on, Living Life to the Most Extravagant
Smacked the Lips, the Hole to the Future Opened Up. But the Spotlight that’s Filled Up the Whole Mouth, None of it Shed Light on the Taste Buds with the Cavities.
This, is how politicians work, they’d gotten in all smiles and what-nots, from before the elections, because they wanted to appease to the voters, and, after the voters casted their votes, those politicians wouldn’t even CARE who those people who’d put them on that high pedestal were anymore…