From hallways and from corridors, Cavernous and deep, From underneath the rocks and sludge The politicians creep. Duplicitous in nature, Their souls are sold and bought To further their ambition For offices they’ve sought. Balanced in the shadows, The politician’s pace Between the fact and fiction For neither they embrace. In empty suits suspended, Their spineless bodies twitch With focus group opinion And PACs and dirty tricks. In the current clueless And with the winds they veer; They’re retrospective genius, For hindsight’s always clear. Mirrors do not reflect them, No shadows do they cast; Contrived and artificial, Principally surpassed. We follow them like lemmings And ride their rise and fall; If they’re the best and brightest, Heaven help us all.