Since our most recent presidential election the word kleptocracy has gained popularity. I figured it had something to do with theft or thievery, but wanted to be certain.
Sure enough, Webster’s confirmed my suspicions:
I think I’ll try my hand at a poem.
Kleptocracy
There are foxes in the henhouse
See them slinking in the aisles?
Claiming our chickens as their own
While smirking their sly smiles.
There are wolves among the sheep
Camouflaged in off-white fleece,
Pay no attention to the bleating
As sharp teeth devour a tasty feast.
There are thieves in the capital
Snatching away our rights
Kleptocrats with no restraint
And they sleep well at night.
Praying for Eyebrowz 