When confusion reigns and all around
Compass needles spinning
Where those in charge of promises
Dare not dream again of winning
They’ve fouled their doorsteps dirty
From their offside none shall pass
Ragged reins not steering what remains
They shamble headlong into farce
Pretender vultures circle low
Amid the scent of putrid air
As turning coats may save some votes
Whilst others drown in deep despair
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