Politicians

A man approaches the stand
Slithering,
Like a snake in a suit
His hair slicked back
Greasy,
Unlike his elbows.

There's pomp in his stride
And his grin is like cheddar
The people there are waiting
Restless,
In anticipation of what he's about to say.

His words cause unrest
The people aren't happy
He dodges their questions
Like bullets,
And fires them back
In the form of lies and empty promises.

His speech is over
The man takes his chauffeur car home
And sips champagne in the back seat
Which he will later claim on expenses,
A job well done.

The people leave,
Discontent
Readying themselves for another day
Of toil and struggle
Meanwhile, the elderly make a choice
Between food or warmth.

The man gets home
And sheds off his Armani skin
Like a snake
He looks in the mirror
He's smug,
For tomorrow he gets to do it all again.