Poetry: Government In The Mouth

I will chew and swallow my words,
it’s a routine-regurgitate.
My promises will fly like birds,
they’re like ice, back to liquid state.

I will chew and swallow my words,
whether you vote, bill is a fate.
When smiles comes, teeth shine like two-thirds,
mouths will still speak, it knows the bait.

Ruddapoet