The art of governance,
The science of sleepy conscience,
The compendium of the wise.
Not to forget the fools!
All in politics
Full of critics
Combined with tricks.

Some say it’s for intellectuals,
Who I believe make rituals
To win the cheap popularity
Broadening lies for clarity.
They have no enemies...
They have no friends...
Nothing is permanent
That’s Politics.

It’s in politics,
That man skins his own skunk
A fore-forth and front-back,
Running in a sack,
Quacking like a duck
With the aid of the press,
Exposing their lack of common sense.

I found it in politics
Lying for sympathy
Propagating arithmetic
Many hide in democracy
Playing dramacracy!

You should join politics!
Who knows you’ll make a lot of money!
Who knows you’ll make many friends!
Who knows you’ll be famous!
But you should know:
You’ll die like snow
Miserable and Poor
That’s Politics.

(Extracted from Gideon’s Poems, page 10)