Deal or No Deal?*

The ballot box opened, The papers all counted, The In-Out debacle not entirely surmounted. The vote of No Confidence, No small coincidence: A not-insignificant sign of displeasure Of all the political few seem to treasure, Standing by proxy for voters’ ideals. A privilege of esoteric appeal, The scene, in the pattern of centuries past. There’s […]

Every Decreasing Circles*

Politics is for the Voters As much as the gloaters, Though, those who did nowt About the ol’ In or Out Really have no grounds to whinge at all, As they witness the nation’s potential Fall. Scenes unfolding of rowdy inglory; The nation awaiting the fate of a Tory. The broader picture marginally more complex, […]

Career Politicians*

Is it meOr are politicians getting younger?The smell of their career-driven hungerMuddled with Crimplene to diminish their youthAs though such a mantle disguises the truthThat actual life experience accruedWouldn’t take that long to review…From school to university,Bamboozled by diversityAnd wanting first to take a standEmpowering their fellow man.A noble sentiment indeed,Determination to succeedSomehow lacking credibilityOn […]

Political Partay*

It’s hard not to imagine TV adverts full of woe Are somehow interconnected with the governmental show Of political ineptitude, fraying wits and pompous twits Making an inelegant fist of it all In the hallowed environs of Whitehall: Eloquently ramming home that, yes, you’re very much on your own Because ‘We’ in positions of national […]

So Long, Farewell*

ThereĀ“s a sad sort of clanging from Big Ben in the tower And the bells in the Abbey too. And down in the Chambers The politicians coo ‘The Brexit Vote? -There’s nothing we can do.’ What a bloomin’ ballyhoo! BALLYHOO! Regretfully they tell us While seeking to compel us To say goodbye to Europe ‘Boo. […]

The Corbyn Conundrum*

Oh, Mr Corbyn I used to have hope That yours would be the leadership To silence those that gloat,* Standing up with confidence and a cogent narrative Determination, strength and a sense of the imperative. But, oh, how many kites of hope have frayed from their strings, Thoroughly distracted by lesser political things. Teresa at […]

Corbyn the Cantankerous?*

Oh, Mr Corbyn, What on earth do you think you’re doing… Shedding skins like a reptile, a slippery road to ruin? I used to have hope you would lead with conviction But all I hear now is driven by friction. Arguments I can’t even conceive About the things you purport to believe And yes, I’m […]