Promises?

They flip-flop every which way,
Change their outlook every day,
Leading people all astray,
With tongues of honey
They promise tax relief
And Welfare money,
Assure the ones who vote for them,
They'll never be in need again,
But once they do their office gain,
They never ever will explain
Why from their given promises
They suddenly abstain,
And only make it abundantly sure
To have their own sweet sinecure.

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2008 Alfred Charasz