Sometimes I’d say a politician’s like a brand new horse. You’re not sure what you’re getting and you hope for no remorse.
You pick out your new horse just like you would a candidate. You try to get to know each one – wary to take the bait.
You see a horse has pedigree, if not just check his mouth. A horse’s teeth will show you things like if he’s going south.
Politicians talk skin deep, so you don’t know what’s beneath. I wonder if they’d open up and let you check their teeth.
But a horse will learn to listen and he’ll do what you will say. A politician will agree, then do it his own way.
When a horse outlives his usefulness you simply weed him out. You turn him out to pasture and you let him roam about.
Retirement to a horse is the same day after day. But a politician won’t retire. They just won’t go away.
I think we should invest in a politician pasture. It just might alleviate our political disaster.
I thought about a politician’s name for my next plug. It sounded down right fitting for a horse’s ugly mug.
But to give a horse a name, of a shady politician, made me realize it might affect my horse’s disposition.
It seems a politician always wants his pay increased. Is that an imperfection or the nature of the beast?
I’ve seen enough of politicians’ shady, little tricks. So I guess I’ll stick with horses, shy away from politics.
And I realize that every politician’s not a crook. I guess I’ve met some good ones so I’ll let them off the hook.
If it sounds as though I’m prejudiced, I don’t mean to annoy. ‘Cuz after all what do I know. I’m just a country boy.