Our dog days of pols and pundits are here Like pathogens thriving without antidote Or insects immune to every repellent They adapt and survive; their goal is your vote.
Twenty-four/seven they're on the attack Inventing solutions with simple sound bites Then eager reporters with blow-dried ambition Primp, and turn fiction to fact overnight.
"Democracy" poisoned by anonymous donors Congress panders to a privileged few Their money controls and dictates the fate Of pols who have pledged to represent you.
The U.S. readily chastises others Advising and preaching democracy While our congress is bought and sold on a scale That is laughable for its hypocrisy.
So political ads infested your home You call EPA who deal with pollution: "Please dispose of these, sir, I am sick of the lies." "An infection of Broadcast Toxins," he sighs,