Poetry Archive

The girl on the train

She was pretty like a student
An aspiring jurisprudent
With rings on her fingers
And a perfume that lingers

She had the ideals of youth
A burning desire for truth
But corruption made her angry
She'd seen too much quite frankly

She was voting for the angry wife
Who wants to save our wildlife
Too emotional to be Chancellor
Always going for the jugular

We talked for hours and her vision
Helped inform my decision
On how I'd vote this time round
And which candidate should be crowned

I'll vote for the man instead
The one with the bald head
Because he seemed to rise above
The crimes I hope he's innocent of