The November vote ended our suffering through the latest round of cynical congressional elections. Now, the bandwagons are rolling on the 2016 presidential campaign. Will we be duped again?
CHARADE
(To the tune of, “Charade,” by Henry Mancini and Johnny Mercer from the movie of the same name).
When they play their charade.
Nothing is as appearing.
They play a part,
dishonest art,
show actors on a stage
It’s all a masquerade.
Paper thin masks they’re wearing.
Not one word said
from their own head
only what’s on the page.
Then when the vote comes in.
The masks grow unrefined.
As IOUs begin
to be repaid in kind.
Then we know we’ve been played.
Bitter and angry, swearing
not to forget.
But we forget
each time they play charade.
But we forget
not to forget,
each time they play charade.
Lyric © 2015 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
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