The Politician

God, the elections.

The empty promises.

It’s an auction – for the gullible.

Who will believe me?

Anyone ?

We’ve seen it all before.

We’ve felt the fiscal screw.

The numbers never add up.

I saw a politician in action.

He was all arms and long boots.

He was at the airport,

looking for a flight and approval.

He found the first.

Everyone ignored him.

Everyone knew him.

It was awful – for his pride.

We read and looked up over pages.

It’s was hurtful, mean.

He stood, and his tan boots pressed into the carpet – blue.

Not even his colour.

Then he got into a line of five and looked ahead.

There was just a plane –

and a resignation to prepare

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