Bad Politician

Box locked heart
air holes for his kids maybe,
key swallowed emphatically,
the politician meanders.
Gathering minions
extolling the happy train
whilst ladling gravy.
A master of the one way conversation,
the get out clause,
the stock-answered chancer.
Craving love from the nation,
as vague as tapioca.
Privately glimpsed.
Never seen.
Unencumbered by guilt
of promises undelivered,
he'll wriggle...
he'll REALLY wriggle
and crawl to ingratiate.
When vilified
he'll face the hate
and ladle some more gravy.
His souls fear drives him
sincerity practised,
through the competition.
Dumb heart clamped,
mind coke-sharp,
Peruvian-marched,
collar-starched,
freezing laugh.
Patting heads
and grinning on cue.
He loves you man
He Loves you.
Fiddling
Diddling
Money in
Then out
Through Man
Or Cayman
Fake Shaman
Salomon
Hollowman
Thoughts beyond himself are few
and very very far between.
Telling us that times are lean,
morality of Charlie Sheen.
Telling us
make do and mend,
cozying to condescend.
Telling us he's on our side
taking us all for a ride.
Big trick faker
he wants his cake
he'll beat you black and blue.
Cos he's the kid in the playground,
the one who spits
and makes life Cruel.
Meandering...
gathering smaller minions...
after your dinner money...
on a mission...
The Bad Politician.

22nd August 2013