Politics and Shoes

The only things that never change

Are politics and shoes

The revelation guaranteed

To feed the poor man’s blues

Our wealthy high society

Their young instilled with hate

No toys, no games, or treehouse dreams

Deter their destined fate

Legendary surnames

Bound for Washington’s embrace

Suck dollars from our pockets

While the hoods disguise their face

Elected by the masses

Or the masses with connections

Enforcing animosity

Disguising bruised erections

From poverty’s defiance

As they take us one and all

Still managing to penetrate

Regardless of our gall

Take notice with compliant bow

Accepting your defeat

The shoes supporting politics

The same beneath the sheet