Sanctimony

Saying you’re sick of all th’ sanctimony barely gets 

within cooee of where dour politicians really are at; 

so what if we’re a proletariat & commoners to boot - 

a man’s man isn’t an aristocrat, & nor’s a politician, 

regardless whether senator or member’s penchant, 

& yet, there is that air of commonality in their basic 

reasoning they’re regally all squeaky clean - unlike 

anyone provoking their ire, or providing opportune 

Occasion t’ dander disparaging remarks savouring 

the sauce of the gander, and stated with a morally 

superior, tho’ sanctimoniously prissy, stance that’d 

cause one to choke on his beer, as if he’d actually 

paid for it; yet we are supposed to listen to all their 

pronouncements as if they’re ‘nouveau patricians’ 

Of sound mind & noninfectious behaviour; beware, 

we say, hearing loss is severely occasioned within 

sanctimony of open air delivery - you can play ‘em 

free for fancy fools anyway you like if agreeing y’ll 

pay whatever compensation redresses that case; 

oddly, all I’m hearing now is a resounding silence 

© 8 September 2016, I. D. Carswell