The Politician

I will not say that blade is black, nor yet that white is white; for

rash assertions oft come back, and put us in a plight.  Some people

hold that black is white, and some that white is black; to me the

neutral course looks right; I take the middle track.  If I should say

that black is white, and white is black, today, some one would mix the

two tonight--tomorrow they'd be gray.  In politics I wish to thrive,

and swiftly forge ahead, so dare not say that I'm alive, nor swear that

I am dead.  You say that fishes climb the trees, that cows on wings do

fly, I can't dispute such facts as these, so patent to the eye; with

any man I will agree, no odds what he defends, if he will only vote for

me, and boom me to his friends.

From Rippling Rhymes by Walt Mason