Corruption! Their perfume, sweet scent they say “POT BELLIED MEN” By. M. Lawrence

“Pot bellied men”… So they tagged themselves.
Loots and rots is what made them so;
Corruption! Their perfume, sweet scent they say.
There is no single politician I know that’s got a “plate belly”…
Beware of their promises, policies, and prophecies;
Many are politicians of doom.

They befriend us when the heat is on;
They put an end when they get their wants.
I know of one who promised us heaven
But once he became god, our air was hell.
I wonder if heaven is in that pot belly;
Only paradise would be that big.

“Pot bellied men”… So they tagged themselves.
Their pleasures lies on the chest of a teenage girl.
Their penny only fell out each time they had their pot bellies rubbed by that teenage girl…
Champagne has suddenly become their bathing gel;
Crude oil, their body lotions.

Who will move for the motion today?
That tomorrow, these pot bellied men would toil no further with our emotions…

I Am Law
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