GENERAL ELECTION


Frying pan people
sizzle on a beach of complexities

Non-stick chisel chunks
whipped by permanent cluelessness

Honeydew morons
programmed to obey

Raspy nowhere persons
tormented by the demons of the media

Ding-donging in a hall of constant reverberations
disorientated puppeteers cut the strings

There are no weapons except
indifference and expedience

The Queen owns thoroughbred stables
we have the dung of her stallions

The middle of the road
is a dangerous place to stand

Nothing good can possibly come
from anyone that bland

Our saucepan souls boil away
we are left with detritus

A politician in a suit
is anything but cute