The fan-dangle still plays dumb with evidence
anyone is entitled to appraise, you could say -
wassup Joe, why th’ long face ’n grimace like
y’ need to burp? It wasn’t what you ate - case
most likely is lies coming home to roost - a bit
like indigestion, thus yelling louder won’t make
it any less desperate; so you detest the media
and blame journalists for your discomfort
integrity’s sake seems a waste, but then that’s
what you get for a stale-bun-and-a-cold-cup-of
the-cheapest-coffee-promises made to voters,
who now don’t agree with the crises you have
massaged magically out of a fiscal wilderness
behaviour isn’t original or true, but within your
doctrinal bent the same gurus’ve advised you
how to spin a yarn into a palaver of zealotry -
we’ve got to suffer so you can prove you’re a
saviour sent to save us from such prejudice
© 5 June 2014, I. D. Carswell
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