Election 2005

Political men do it,
Good citizens rue it,
So stay in your bed,
For today it was said,
For our sins,
We have an election.


Now the bad news has struck
You can bob weave and duck,
For grey men will tout you
And run round about you,
For ever
Pleading selection.


When you hear their refrain,
Better close down your brain,
And ignore every antic,
Whether sober or frantic,
For they’ve never ever
Any sense of direction.


We can always assume
That they’ll play the same tune,
Betimes and much more
‘Till it commences to bore,
But surely by then
It’s too late for reflection.


But we’re told that there’s plenty,
The goody bag’s not empty.
So gather around,
Let your jeers resound,
And with vigour engage
In political insurrection.