“Kate has been putting ashes in among the potatoes! I saw her do it!”
But they have been found out,
The Party called it “politics”
But without any doubt
Dishonesty and fraud entailed
The means whereby truth was assailed.
O, there are ways of sabotage
That cannot be discerned,
But time reveals the camoflage
And all that eyes have learned
Comes out even upon the wash—
It may have been a smidge of ash.
So mark my words, McConnell boasts
His wealth and acumen,
But he has skeletons and ghosts
That make his soul their den—
The honest truth will be divulged
When lies have ceased to be indulged.
’Tis quite a feat, to tell a lie—
A child knows well that thrill,
But never with impunity
For soon the beans will spill,
And that’s a smudge upon the soul,
Worse than a superficial mole.
Mitch cares not for posterity,
But his house—to be clear—
Was built upon ignominy,
As after many a year
The history books will sadly tell
And this was how an empire fell.