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
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