Politicians, different faces, and parties but they are all the same

They win the vote and then bask in the fame 

Starting so well with ideals held noble and high

But after a while comes temptation, to good to deny

 

The back room whispers, the nods and the winks,

A loophole to exploit even though the scheme stinks,

Inflated expenses and perks to exploit,

Then a taxpayer’s trip, research of course, to the city of Detroit.

 

Then what about a second or third home,

With four bedrooms of course, although you live there alone

Claim it as official or something like that

“Pay all the right tax, do you think I’m a prat?”

 

I am a minister now and the trough has grown deep,

I can swindle the system half drunk while I sleep,

You can jeer and rage, you can sneer and scoff,

Still, I wallow, content with my snout in the trough.