The Campaign Trail

It starts down low,
in the pit of my stomach

Starting to grow,
like a terminal cancer

With it comes the pain,
creeping in slowly

Driving me insane,
clutching at sanity

The putrid stench
of what may come out

Makes me wrench,
as it spews out their mouths

I know people will die,
as they manipulate with fear

As politicians lie
I fight to cover my ears

Todays best new poem was written by Jimmy G..


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