Lie to Me

Politicians pimp hope From podiums turned to pulpits Grin wide into congregations Perched on metal chairs in town halls Profess from their diaphragms To be the anointed ones They spew fabricated passion To robeless choirs of constituents Still seeking the promised land The faithful tithe their votes Then wait to be transformed Discover promises were pick up lines Politicians, secure in the white house Believers are cast aside Slip, sliding and slick you are What face will preach to us now --Connie P., Adult