Thursday, 7 May 2015

Rolling With Polling

A Marginal Key

It’s finally election day
What a quandary in the dark
A farmers market full of promises
Barking pleading for your mark

Messages of ‘Only us’
We are the ones to make the changes
So frightfully insightfully
Each manifesto rearranges

The choice is your imperative
On cakes and pies and how divided
Although today the fight is really on
To draw the severed undecided

No longer party politics
More scraping sludge from rotten barrels
Who gets what not who has not
A peacock’s flash of old apparel

The constitution up for grabs
As floating hopeful songs are sung
Joined up thinking for convenience
Slackened ties not too well hung

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