Politicians
by Orrick Johns
De way dem fellers jaws
Of de State, an' Gawd, an' Laws,
Dey'd give ya room ta t'ink dey was de t'ree;
Ya'd say dere breath was legal,
An' dat dey was Gawd's own ekal,
An' dey wasn't born somehow like you an' me!
It's talk, talk, talk,
An' den dey walks de chalk,
But it's never quite de same as wot they do!
It's "feller men an' friends"—
But believe me, bo, dat ends!
When dey gits alone it's me a' pluckin' you!
When dem guys is on dere legs
Say, bo, dey'll walk on eggs—
Ya'd t'ink dere folks had growed 'em under glass!
But believe me, tain't de same
When dere back into de game —
It's grab de stuff, an' do it rough, an' don't let nuttin' pass!
It's talk, talk, talk,
An' den dey walks de chalk,
But it's never quite de same as wot they do!
It's "feller men an' friends"—
But believe me, bo, dat ends!
When dey gits alone it's me a' pluckin' you!
Say, let 'em t'row dat bluff
If dey ain't got cards enuff,
Let 'em shuffle Gawd an' glory in de pack!
If ya know, ya'll understand
Dat when any guy's a man —
Well, bo, dere ain't much change a'comin' back!
It's talk, talk, talk,
An' den dey walks de chalk,
But it's never quite de same as wot they do!
It's "feller men an' friends"—
But believe me, bo, dat ends!
When dey gits alone it's me a' pluckin' you!