In the realm of politics, a tale unfolds,
Of a 'hustler' who dazzled, with bold promises.
He wore a slick smile, spoke with eloquent grace,
Claiming he'd uplift the lowly in life's race.
Oh, the hustler's creed, so persuasive and grand,
He swore to fight for every woman and man.
With catchy slogans and flashy campaign signs,
He won over hearts, like a cunning feline.
But once in power, the truth was unveiled,
His promises shattered, his integrity failed.
The hustler's creed, a facade, a charade,
A comical twist, in this political parade.
He raised taxes high, burdening the poor,
And cut back on programs, leaving them unsure.
The lowly souls he pledged to defend,
Are now left neglected, their hopes at an end.
Oh, the hustler's creed, now a source of laughter,
As he dines in opulence, indulging in the finer,
Leaving the lowly to struggle and fight,
Their dreams crushed, their futures held tight.
I hope the people, will see through his cunning disguise,
His comical antics, his deceitful lies.
And rise together, in a united might,
To expose the hustler, who thrives on their plight.
No longer fooled by his promises hollow,
I hope they'll seek justice, their resilience they'd follow.
In this world of politics and power,
The hustler's creed should meet its final hour.
Let this be a lesson, both comical and true,
To never trust blindly, to see the lies through.
For in the realm of hustlers and their deceit,
The lowly shall rise, and justice they'll meet.
