Political Aspirations

Stand still while they talk you up and watch while you rise above us all
Breaking through the ceiling with no thought to the plaster that falls on the people below you.
You're not the man you once were, you're a monster of our creation
Made to spread your gospel across the nation using words whose meanings you've forgotten.
A clever politician now, with the burden of the masses chained heavily to
Legs strengthened by popular votes and the affection garnered from babies
Whose foreheads are smeared with venom from your grinning lips,
Applied with just enough pressure to spark endorphins in your breathless audience.
Preach to us, Sir. Teach us the true meaning of your words. How to live,
And what stances we should take on political issues.
Influence, don't educate. Force feed, don't teach.
It's you to whom we look for guidance, and you're doing a damn good job so far.
Keep up the good work, Sir, we're all counting on you.