I am having a political headache.
Don’t know who to choose?
That script they all talk from
Public speaking Neanderthal
Having their final forays in the shadows before extinction
Their rhetoric is tantamount to iron fisted Trumped up patter
With sales pitch grins like trout pouts on chipmunks.
Politicians on both sides like lukewarm tea.
Not up-to breakfast never mind Earl Grey.
They say the same blarney like leprechauns dancing to a tune
No-one’s heard. I am seeing cartwheels,
A Cabinet Conga, nothing is worse than this political headache.
Please pass me the pain-killers; I am really not getting it.