Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 Trust Disgust

"Trust me, trust me, trust me," all ask,

While promising all that and this,

To try to garner our trust task.

Gullible babies, they all kiss

Us with their lips that flap a lot

Out of their mouths, whichever side

Gets most support from us they've sought,

To trust in all the stuff they've lied.

We should have learned the truth by now.

The only trust in them we need,

Is sooner or later, somehow,

They all earn mistrust by misdeed.

All politicians beg for trust,

Whenever given, later cussed.