The perks of candidacy.



They wear nice dress and strike their sophisticated pose.

Once they speak, the crowd will pause.

They chat flattery words to steal your heart.

They enumerate a list of changes, and then, rhymes of hope.

They’ll sing it over, and over, and over again.

“Vote for me, ‘coz I’m the man”, they say.

But, “Where’s the man? We need him now!”, we say.

Sometimes it gets crucial, or even worse.

They spit depressing words against their rival,

And so their rival spit back bullet into their head.

And that’s how it goes…


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