Is he telling lies?
Is he telling truths?
Wondering what's the difference...
Why does it matter
drink
smoke
high
getting high
getting bery high
The politician has not dreamed of these things
never done these things
But why are they in his room?
Why do they circle his brain
When he's lost in his his sick perverted dreams
of women
and God
and sexless fantasies
The clutter his room
clutter his closet
clutter his bathroom.
Old plates
with crusty old Chinese take-out
found stuffed in his closet
pure laziness
laziness
Too lazy to walk down 12 flights
to the kitchen
and the dishwasher
and the garbage disposal
The politican doesn't get his votes
Because who wants to listen to the ears
Which refuse to listen to you?