We just had an election…wonder if anything will change?

In honour of the election here is a special poem about politicians. I’ve posted it before but hey…it never goes out of date.

Clowns

Every few years we get the chance,
stroll down the road,
tick another box or two,
decide which toad
will screw us over for the next few,

break promises so easily made,
take junkets too,
raid our wallets with glee,
those well-dressed few
who spew smug platitudes and see

no shame in cat-calls, insults, petty
parliamentary
games – he said, she said. Lice!
You disgust me,
you clowns for whom we pay the price.

 

 

And on a lighter note I also finished the 2nd draft of the Queen of Langoria….things are moving along

politicians – what a farce

I’m still thinking of politicians…so I thought I’d repost this one – especially for Tony Abbott and his party, although it probably rings true for all sides of politics

Clowns

Every few years we get the chance,
stroll down the road,
tick another box or two,
decide which toad
will screw us over for the next few,

break promises so easily made,
take junkets too,
raid our wallets with glee,
those well-dressed few
who spew smug platitudes and see

no shame in cat-calls, insults, petty
parliamentary
games – he said, she said. Lice!
You disgust me,
you clowns for whom we pay the price.

They Talk Bollocks

Another Poem

They Talk Bollocks

They talk bollocks, don’t they?
Management consultants, bureaucrats,
politicians, and corporate clowns

Why do they stuff around so,
obsessively create work,
live in fear of idleness?

This disease, productivity,
insidious, without conscience,
thrives in these, the insecure,

stealing time from unfocused
robots, desperate to please
some higher power, some God.

Why don’t they ask, ‘Why?’
Try to understand their lives,
see this subtle slavery.

And when they’re dying, what then?
Will they feel a warm glow inside,
satisfied with work ,work, work?

Or will they feel the knife twist,
gasp for a reprieve – more life,
rue wasting their precious time

sitting in grey offices,
taking work home with them,
prioritising away

opportunities of joy.

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