Classic Poem

We've grabbed at the money,
And fought for the places;
'Gainst the work of reformers,
We've set our firm faces.

We've helped our friends always,
At duty we've scouted;
The gullible voters
We never have doubted.

So now in fine harbors
Of profit we're resting,
While the poor fools of duty
The ebb tide are breasting.

The moral is welcome
To whoe'er will use it:
If voters don't like it,
Then they must not choose it.