VOX POPULI
Little Jack Horner sat in the corner
Watching people struggle and the world rotate
He saw problems & thought he could solve them
His oratory skills he decided to donate
He thought he knew what they wanted
He thought he could speak for them all
He thought he could predict the future
He thought he could make the call
So he stood up for them and spoke on stages
He talked on the small and silver screens
He spoke for people of all classes and ages
He talked everywhere, anytime, by any means
Slowly but surely, things started to change
Soon all of his rich allegories and stories
Became less about them and more about him
He began to enjoy the limelight and glory
He became a household name, he wasn’t the same
Once a champion of issues, he ignored their gripes
He didn’t need to listen, he would tell his new friends
Mesmerized by the allure, he believed his own hype
His strongest endorsers morphed into abhorrers
They had come across his type before
He had no equal, he kept selling out his people
He couldn’t resist being a political whore
Soon he lost support, the people abandoned him
Left only with his ego, he’d have to buck up
He begged and pleaded that his services were needed
With the public’s trust gone; his demons finally snuck up
He was found one gray day swinging from an oak
The shame and the pain he never could suck up
He thought that he was the voice of the people
When they just wanted him to shut the fuck up
Think Ink|Thinq Inq 