The System

THE SYSTEM His teeth were white, with lots of hair A handsome man who seemed to care Eloquently he spoke of a better day Prosperity for all, more time to play A tax break for the rich, more help for the poor Balance the budget, get out of the war He needed my vote and my money of course Being a gambling man, I bet on that horse His first order of business, once elected Get the mailers out, get re-elected Four year laster I considered our plight Nothing had changed on the left or the right