Quatrain of Fermented Whore
Fermented - agitation, excitement,
enzymatic reaction
(a lesson in why votes don't count)
I stood at the entrance of
the Republic, you insisted
you could represent
me,
It turns out you were less
than honest, you obtusely
sold your soul for a
fee.
Now you have come back
for more, you humbly wish
to pass through the
door,
No! I am a constitutional
brew master, betrayed by
a politically fermented
whore.
Yorktown Disciple
2006
Order # 1164
Quotations
Presented by Yorktown Disciple
Quatrains to light the truth
Purchase your favorite Quatrain on a Poem Plastron today You will be blessed!
Donate
Yorktown Disciple
Quatrain king
Poetizing around the world
C 2011 by Yorktown Disciple. All rights reserved.
Why Republics never last