by Mari McKee
A short poem about presidential candidates
|Liar, Liar, Pants on Fire
“I did not have sex with that woman,”
he said while looking Americans in the eyes,
Failed Secretary of State, she lied about Benghazi,
failed to respond to the attack, lives lost from her lies.
Comb-over Trump doesn’t even try to justify his lies,
"We are the most taxed country in the world", he states,
divorced from reality, narcissistic ad nauseam,
his flaky rhetoric is more than most can take.
Vote and pick the Kool-Aid you will willingly drink,
Your choices are small cups of strawberry or grape,
Both taste good going down as you push election buttons,
but the end result for all will leave no room for escape.