I do not believe it’s sedition
To consider our Country’s condition
Because, or in spite
Of the Left, or the Right
We are well on the way to perdition
In every recent election
We’ve been offered a meager selection
Those who run are all fools
Or they’re knaves, or just tools
And the each of them merits rejection
The future’s bright promise grows dim
The outlook’s decidedly grim
Politicians who ought
Once they’re bribed, to stay bought
Are changing their votes on a whim
In America, land of the free
Free used to mean liberty
Now, it’s health-care or lunches
Or home loans and bunches
Of the bills for it all fall on me
Though I’m nearing the end of my rope
I will not just sit down and mope
Our country’s still best
When compared to the rest
I refuse to abandon all hope
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