The 2015 Election Blues
For the last six weeks a variety of men
Strangers, who I never before encountered,
Have promised me tax breaks, savings and then
A number of material objects discounted.
Their earnest looks and full-blooded smiles,
The desperate way they plead their sincerity;
They’ve dragged their bodies through endless miles
In the pursuit of a land they call Spin Territory.
There’s head in the sand Ed Milliband;
George Osborne, as attractive as fresh frogspawn;
Stammerin’ Cameron with his Etonian brand;
Sweet’n’sour pork Balls, Labour’s master of yawn.
Fresh from MacBeth come the three witches
Who are brewing up a spicy left wing potage
It’s enough to give tired old colonels the twitches
Vote Farage or garage or is it even ga-rage?
They’re fighting so hard for my meaningless cross,
Surely there’s got to be far easier ways
Like pressing a button on my phone or laptop.
Where are the Monster Raving Looneys these days?