A little boy goes to his dad and asks, 'What is Politics?'

Dad says, 'Well son, let me try to explain it this way: I am the head of
the family, so call me The President. Your mother is the administrator of the
money, so we call her the Government. We are here to take care of your
needs, so we will call you the People. The nanny, we will consider her the
Working Class, And your baby brother, we will call him the Future. Now think
about that and see if it makes sense.'

So the little boy goes off to bed thinking about what Dad has said.
Later that night, he hears his baby brother crying, so he gets up to check on him. He finds that the baby has severely soiled his diaper.

So the little boy goes to his parents' room and finds his mother asleep.
Not wanting to wake her, he goes to the nanny's room. Finding the door
locked, he peeks in the keyhole and sees his father in bed with the nanny. He gives up and goes back to bed.

The next morning, the little boy says to his father, 'Dad, I think I
understand the concept of politics now.'

The father says, 'Good, son, tell me in your own words what you think
politics is all about.'

The little boy replies, 'The President is screwing the Working Class
while the Government is sound asleep, while the People are being ignored and the Future is in deep doo-doo.

Another definition of politics:

Poli is a prefix meaning "many"...

Tics are blood-sucking creatures....

This would be even funnier if it wasn't so true....