The Shell Game Lasts Forever
The public are its victims, as all are fooled by slight of hand,
That fast shell game of old, not everyone does understand,
Every four years since our time began, peas are on the table,
The masterful switch, a magician's touch, certainly is no fable.
What or who was there yesterday, no longer to be around,
A brand new set of rules made, all said are heaven bound.
You can do this, can't do that, we just don't know what to do,
Then before you do know, it's those new rules are all taboo.
The politician's notebook, so full of bologna and corn,
Makes us ashamed of the place where we were born.
Propositions put forth, none so very clear all confide,
The more you hear it, you want to run away and hide,
Then just when we do think we've got it all figured out,
Four more new years of mischief soon to make us pout.
The old boys have up and gone, a new bunch arrived,
Thank the Lord above we've made it, all have survived.
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