Make My Day
C'mon all you leaders, leadin' the way
when you gonna do somethin' to make my day?
There's no one to count on.
You're all so corrupt.
The platitudes you stand for
are all about to erupt.
Isn't there one of you
that means what you say?
When you gonna do somethin' to make my day?
Are you all puppets
held up by strings?
There must be a puppeteer
hiding in the wings.
Is he so powerful
that you must obey?
I guess there isn't anyone
that can make ny day.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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