Political Fair Poem by Richard Jarboe

I went to the political fair,
All the lying thieves were there,
Stealing from the left, stealing from the right,
Skimming from the top for their share.

It does not matter what they say,
When they get to you, you'll pay,
And whether it's right or whether it's wrong,
Another trillion is gone.

When the world is run by deceit,
Something smells under your feet,
That's the way it is, at the fair,
When all the lying thieves are there.