Rest

 Rest © Donna Rae Lands

 Sleep and slumber... Just another demonic number...

Mr. Democrat of rail...always for sale...

His destiny and desires...

Are worse than Dante's basement fires...

His pageantry serves his mirrored crowd...

Who clap ever intensely so very proud...

They laughed at his comedy joke...

But Satan loved and counted him as he spoke...

He sold his soul...to be a politician actor that stole the show...

Go ahead...listen to what he said...

He bartered his soul to the very best and all the rest...

Wasting away in his burning bed. 

The reaper comes with scythe in hand...ready to punish the corrupted man.

He had his chance to choose... 

It is his crown of glory for his Satan blues...

It won’t matter in the end…

He has chosen his monster’s den…

Too bad and so sad that he never chose the golden crown…

He became nothing more than a bad, bad Leroy Brown…

Filling his pockets for the whole damn corrupted town…

Listen to what is said…

When choosing what is read…

Sleep and slumber is always just a demonic number…

Don’t be the democrat of rail who is always for sale…