SOTU Poem

If truth is such a dirty word
Why is it so seldom heard?
We laugh at politicians prose
For life’s a chore, heaven knows

We’d settle for linguistic porn
Playful bashing, ruthless scorn
In place we get pretentious crap
Senses dulled from mental slap

Compliments, all around
For now the lady wears a crown
Find a way to bring a smile
Go the extra pseudo-mile

Then fill us with your dirty lies
Pleasantry the truth belies
We’ll listen when you’ve what to say
For now we’ll keep the kids away

For truth is such a dirty word
That’s why today it’s never heard
The fatalistic urge it grows
The lowest of the lowest lows

Rhetoric, tired and worn
Allegiances, ripped and torn
Fall into our best-laid trap
Then we’ll all just start to clap

Keep on smiling, never frown
Your friends would never let you down
We love your speeches, full of bile
Condescending, false and vile

We want to hear your dirty lies
Far above the children’s cries
You know you have the greatest sway
For that we know we all must pay

For truth is such a dirty word
To speak it plainly is absurd
So now the lies line up in rows
Semi-circles in formal clothes

(h/t to Kvatch for the inspiration and Windspike for the theme)