Politicians are magicians, changing the way that people think simply through the words they speak. They get places with money, and the truth is they are cunning.
Heated words were spat between the two men. They raised their voices and shook fingers. They both looked tired and had permanent stress lines on their foreheads. Debating to see who was better, like a contest. Jeez, those politicians!
that person that can ruin a country, person to whom we trust and put our confidence in. One that can change your destiny
A good one doesnt belong to Mexico thats for real.
The face of a politician consists that of a furrowed brow digging deep into his skull, frown lines endlessly stretching across the plains of his facial skin, and cold, watchful eyes barren of any warmth or compassion, like that of a dessert desperately crying for rain to quench its barren mouth.
He faces the microphone and clears his throat. The room is silent and people around the world lean forward in their seats. His words, they mean nothing but people act as if they do.
a politician is a person who’s involved in politics.they are invovled with the government and they sometimes address probelms.they are in different groups.
I’ve often wondered what it is like to be in a profession so distant from the scope of my understanding and the possibilities of both my sanity and my skill. Politicians are human, but how can one be so far from what I know and still be human? How is humanity so encompassing, and how can we be so different and so same?
He felt so empty. Soulless even. As she left, leaving him with nothing but nostalgia, he just wished he could feel something other than disgrace. The last bottle of alcohol in his apartment quickly became empty. Lying in his bed, severely inebriated, he couldn’t help but wish that he hadn’t become a politician.
Pelicans: decent politicians?
Perhaps more decent than human politicians?
Suppose human politicians are exactly as decent as any other human being. They’re just more visible to the public eye. Does that make them less harsh than the rest of us, or are we more cunning and greedy than we’re willing to admit, or is the caricature of the dirty scoundrel politician just an overinflated stereotype?
My country is going through a terrible crisis because of them all. And none of them seem to take care of the problem. Everyone’s poor now, except the ones that are really rich. So many taxes, things we can’t because we have no money, so many unemployed people…When will it be over? We cannot take it anymore. We’ve had enough.
i dont understand them. are they fighting for our rights or do they try to steal them from us? are they gaining money from us like a ceo? dont trust them.
What was he going to do. He took their money. He said he would vote in their favor. But someone sent him the research showing how bad fracking would be for his constituents. These big companies knew how to manipulate a man. If he crossed them, he was buried.
he who must use power to aid his community and people. he must be held responsible for the people’s well being. many are corrupt, as power is blinding. But to be a successful politician honesty and honour come first. Money should never be the motive.
Smooth face, intense little eyes that pretend to listen but all they do is think. Groomed, receding hairline, almost always white. They smile like robots, like little children.
the noise pointed high
like a mountain, it peaks about the clouds and tufts of hair
and down he looks, with the eyes of Zeus
and the judgement of his thunder and lightning, bolts that flash in the cold calculation of his gaze
haughty
all-knowing (even miscalculated as it is)
and there,
is the vote
the politicians, they steal, lie, and cheat. They say what they’ll do, they say what they’ll be. But without fail, without a single disruption, they always are lying. They don’t do what they say. They break promises. They’re just like everyone else, like the rest of us. They just seem to have power, they just seem to be in control. They’re just worthless liars like us.
There are several at every head of each of the world’s nations. They are faces. Personnalities. White teeth and sympathizing words. Like shepherds, too many of them trying to find a niche of flock. Morals of gold, and often they are too, but Europe’s have been having a field day.
Italy’s president was a mafioso womanizer.
France’s has moved to Beligium.
Russia’s is closing his gates to America and opening them to tax invaders.
And Germany’s is of the wrong gender.
The newer religion, the mentality and life size game of chess. We are pawns, whether we realize it or not.
i hate politicians. they’re so wishy-washy; one minute they’re all about the supporting a cause, and the next they act against it. they’re people-pleasers — or at least they try to be, for most aren’t too pleased with them. they all think they know what’s right for the city, or the county, or the state, or the country that they represent; but the truth of the matter is that they don’t know. i don’t know. you don’t know. i don’t believe anyone knows. however, that does not stop them from trying, which is exactly what they do.
Despite how much I abhor it, I can sometimes be cut throat. At the very least, I feel that way. But I know, especially now, that competition isn’t everything. I feel like I can be very sly and clever and maybe even sneaky. But I try not to be.
My family and I were forced to move cross country all because of fathers job as a politician. The country went into an uproar and everyone began sending us threats so we had to go to a secluded and mysterious location to keep our family protected from the rioters. “This violence is not something I want you, a young girl seeing,” father had told me when I asked why we must move.
They suck. Corrupt. Old. Dinosaurs. Specially in India. But the world over in fact. The there are seemingly good ones like Obama. Dynasties in India. We get what we deserve sadly Can we do anything?
Me and my family were forced to move cross country all because of fathers job as a politician. The country went into an uproar and everyone began sending us threats so we had to go to a secluded and mysterious location to keep our family protected.
You’re such a politician. Always manipulating other people to make sure that everything always goes your way, only doing things that benefit yourself. You’re living a lie, and the worst part is that people fall for it. But I see through your ways..
Clean or dirty; is there a grey area?
Politician, are you there for the greater good or for yourself?
Do you care for only yourself or for others around you?
Politicians..
Politicians. The one word made me cringe, eyebrows furrowing, and teeth digging into the bottom of my lips painfully. Politicians were such corrupt people. They had a knack for twisting a person’s questions and never fully answering them. They were so manipulative with their silver tongue–sly and cunning. I feared politicians the most.
I wouldn’t call myself much of a politician.
At least not when my sister has worn my boots to school again without asking.
Then, diplomacy is not necessary.
Repercussions are.
A politician is a liar. In fact they could win the award for best liars in the world. I could never be a politician because I can’t lie. In fact, I get all nervous and even start crying when I lie! Liar liar pants on fire…
Politician. Also known as a smarmy, disgusting, manipulative human that isn’t actually really a human. Ha, what a joke. We’re not human at all. Please don’t lump our kind with weak, narrow-minded, whiny humans. We are far superior. Long live Mars.
That angry politician, the one with all the power. The dark brown eyes and those really fancy cars. Black suits. Silk ties. Crocodile loafers, even. And those sexy secretarial affairs that go all Fifty Shades of Grey on their asses that I wish included mine. #meninsuits
Politician is inhuman, stealing and cheating his way, cutting throats and stepping on dreams to climb the ladder to ultimate power. They put on masks, the government is a masquerade party for the wealthy and priviliged.
“Now today,” he started, clearing his throat uncomfortably loud in the middle of his sentence. “I am here to let you know why I should be your — I mean, our, country’s next great leader.” Catherine snorted and rolled her eyes, her crossed arms pressing against her chest. They can never keep their promises, can they? She thinks to herself.
Politician
Usually everyone disagrees
With what they have to say
That must be lots of pressure
I don’t think I’d want to be a politician
But I disagree
With what they say
lies, always lying
A slip of the tongue or a pretty word to get your way
People pleasing, saying what you think they want to hear
And never knowing what you really think
Or want
Or believe
Reflecting on all those years of teenagedom, I felt conned. Why hadn’t I been an idol? Most of it was spent brooding or regretting. I should have been the phony it took to have fun back then. I was just a teen idle, nothing more, nothing less.
With a lick of his lips, he drew breath and the politician-like spiel began: how it was what was required, of course it was going to be tough going, they just had to stick it out and on it blathered.
Politicians are magicians, changing the way that people think simply through the words they speak. They get places with money, and the truth is they are cunning.
Heated words were spat between the two men. They raised their voices and shook fingers. They both looked tired and had permanent stress lines on their foreheads. Debating to see who was better, like a contest. Jeez, those politicians!
that person that can ruin a country, person to whom we trust and put our confidence in. One that can change your destiny
A good one doesnt belong to Mexico thats for real.
The face of a politician consists that of a furrowed brow digging deep into his skull, frown lines endlessly stretching across the plains of his facial skin, and cold, watchful eyes barren of any warmth or compassion, like that of a dessert desperately crying for rain to quench its barren mouth.
I don’t know if his words are true. But she does. I see the way her eyes flash, her jaw tightens. “Liar!” She cries out “Liar!”.
He faces the microphone and clears his throat. The room is silent and people around the world lean forward in their seats. His words, they mean nothing but people act as if they do.
a politician is a person who’s involved in politics.they are invovled with the government and they sometimes address probelms.they are in different groups.
I’ve often wondered what it is like to be in a profession so distant from the scope of my understanding and the possibilities of both my sanity and my skill. Politicians are human, but how can one be so far from what I know and still be human? How is humanity so encompassing, and how can we be so different and so same?
Avec ambition ils forcent le respect, par l’établissement de lois et de décrets à l’encontre de vos ambitions personnelles.
He felt so empty. Soulless even. As she left, leaving him with nothing but nostalgia, he just wished he could feel something other than disgrace. The last bottle of alcohol in his apartment quickly became empty. Lying in his bed, severely inebriated, he couldn’t help but wish that he hadn’t become a politician.
Pelicans: decent politicians?
Perhaps more decent than human politicians?
Suppose human politicians are exactly as decent as any other human being. They’re just more visible to the public eye. Does that make them less harsh than the rest of us, or are we more cunning and greedy than we’re willing to admit, or is the caricature of the dirty scoundrel politician just an overinflated stereotype?
My country is going through a terrible crisis because of them all. And none of them seem to take care of the problem. Everyone’s poor now, except the ones that are really rich. So many taxes, things we can’t because we have no money, so many unemployed people…When will it be over? We cannot take it anymore. We’ve had enough.
i dont understand them. are they fighting for our rights or do they try to steal them from us? are they gaining money from us like a ceo? dont trust them.
What was he going to do. He took their money. He said he would vote in their favor. But someone sent him the research showing how bad fracking would be for his constituents. These big companies knew how to manipulate a man. If he crossed them, he was buried.
he who must use power to aid his community and people. he must be held responsible for the people’s well being. many are corrupt, as power is blinding. But to be a successful politician honesty and honour come first. Money should never be the motive.
Smooth face, intense little eyes that pretend to listen but all they do is think. Groomed, receding hairline, almost always white. They smile like robots, like little children.
the noise pointed high
like a mountain, it peaks about the clouds and tufts of hair
and down he looks, with the eyes of Zeus
and the judgement of his thunder and lightning, bolts that flash in the cold calculation of his gaze
haughty
all-knowing (even miscalculated as it is)
and there,
is the vote
the politicians, they steal, lie, and cheat. They say what they’ll do, they say what they’ll be. But without fail, without a single disruption, they always are lying. They don’t do what they say. They break promises. They’re just like everyone else, like the rest of us. They just seem to have power, they just seem to be in control. They’re just worthless liars like us.
There are several at every head of each of the world’s nations. They are faces. Personnalities. White teeth and sympathizing words. Like shepherds, too many of them trying to find a niche of flock. Morals of gold, and often they are too, but Europe’s have been having a field day.
Italy’s president was a mafioso womanizer.
France’s has moved to Beligium.
Russia’s is closing his gates to America and opening them to tax invaders.
And Germany’s is of the wrong gender.
The newer religion, the mentality and life size game of chess. We are pawns, whether we realize it or not.
i hate politicians. they’re so wishy-washy; one minute they’re all about the supporting a cause, and the next they act against it. they’re people-pleasers — or at least they try to be, for most aren’t too pleased with them. they all think they know what’s right for the city, or the county, or the state, or the country that they represent; but the truth of the matter is that they don’t know. i don’t know. you don’t know. i don’t believe anyone knows. however, that does not stop them from trying, which is exactly what they do.
Despite how much I abhor it, I can sometimes be cut throat. At the very least, I feel that way. But I know, especially now, that competition isn’t everything. I feel like I can be very sly and clever and maybe even sneaky. But I try not to be.
pacifico gold straw stuck to thick wheels turning turning traversing trust as it crushes beneath flat cakes tomorrow
My family and I were forced to move cross country all because of fathers job as a politician. The country went into an uproar and everyone began sending us threats so we had to go to a secluded and mysterious location to keep our family protected from the rioters. “This violence is not something I want you, a young girl seeing,” father had told me when I asked why we must move.
They suck. Corrupt. Old. Dinosaurs. Specially in India. But the world over in fact. The there are seemingly good ones like Obama. Dynasties in India. We get what we deserve sadly Can we do anything?
Me and my family were forced to move cross country all because of fathers job as a politician. The country went into an uproar and everyone began sending us threats so we had to go to a secluded and mysterious location to keep our family protected.
You’re such a politician. Always manipulating other people to make sure that everything always goes your way, only doing things that benefit yourself. You’re living a lie, and the worst part is that people fall for it. But I see through your ways..
Clean or dirty; is there a grey area?
Politician, are you there for the greater good or for yourself?
Do you care for only yourself or for others around you?
Politicians..
Politicians. The one word made me cringe, eyebrows furrowing, and teeth digging into the bottom of my lips painfully. Politicians were such corrupt people. They had a knack for twisting a person’s questions and never fully answering them. They were so manipulative with their silver tongue–sly and cunning. I feared politicians the most.
I wouldn’t call myself much of a politician.
At least not when my sister has worn my boots to school again without asking.
Then, diplomacy is not necessary.
Repercussions are.
A politician is a liar. In fact they could win the award for best liars in the world. I could never be a politician because I can’t lie. In fact, I get all nervous and even start crying when I lie! Liar liar pants on fire…
Politician. Also known as a smarmy, disgusting, manipulative human that isn’t actually really a human. Ha, what a joke. We’re not human at all. Please don’t lump our kind with weak, narrow-minded, whiny humans. We are far superior. Long live Mars.
I guess all you really need to have is spirit
And a ridiculous, childish view of the world.
Or maybe just be a good liar.
Yeah, that’s enough.
That angry politician, the one with all the power. The dark brown eyes and those really fancy cars. Black suits. Silk ties. Crocodile loafers, even. And those sexy secretarial affairs that go all Fifty Shades of Grey on their asses that I wish included mine. #meninsuits
Politician is inhuman, stealing and cheating his way, cutting throats and stepping on dreams to climb the ladder to ultimate power. They put on masks, the government is a masquerade party for the wealthy and priviliged.
“Now today,” he started, clearing his throat uncomfortably loud in the middle of his sentence. “I am here to let you know why I should be your — I mean, our, country’s next great leader.” Catherine snorted and rolled her eyes, her crossed arms pressing against her chest. They can never keep their promises, can they? She thinks to herself.
Politician
Usually everyone disagrees
With what they have to say
That must be lots of pressure
I don’t think I’d want to be a politician
But I disagree
With what they say
lies, always lying
A slip of the tongue or a pretty word to get your way
People pleasing, saying what you think they want to hear
And never knowing what you really think
Or want
Or believe
Ike for President! Ike Ike Ike Ike Ike! *cue dancing elephants*
Reflecting on all those years of teenagedom, I felt conned. Why hadn’t I been an idol? Most of it was spent brooding or regretting. I should have been the phony it took to have fun back then. I was just a teen idle, nothing more, nothing less.
And when I died, I would come alive.
With a lick of his lips, he drew breath and the politician-like spiel began: how it was what was required, of course it was going to be tough going, they just had to stick it out and on it blathered.