A Poem on D.C.’s S.W.A.M.P., by Warren Bonham

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S.W.A.M.P.

Soulless, Warped, And Monstrous People
look at us as smelly “sheeple.”
Easily manipulated.
Otherwise, we’re mocked and hated.

Those revolting, loathsome creatures,
all have normal-looking features,
and since each one’s always lying,
they are hard identifying.

They’re well-practiced at concealing
what their blackened hearts are feeling
as they dress in sheeple clothing
to conceal their utter loathing.

But if searched for indirectly,
we can judge each one correctly.
They’re betrayed by how their labors,
show how much they hate their neighbors.

All their words suggest they’re caring,
while each one’s at work preparing
ways to profit swamp-like people
on the backs of “we the sheeple”.

Sheeple may smell like manure,
but smell better than the sewer
which loosed from its deepest levels
all our country’s swampy devils.

Washington’s now over-ridden.
Monsters there do not stay hidden.
Who can drain this putrid region
and trump this demonic legion?

There’s just one who’ll face the dangers
and drive out these money changers.
We’re saved from their vile behavior
only by our Lord and Savior.

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Warren Bonham is a private equity investor who lives in Southlake, Texas.