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Come September
We’re heading for a federal election.
The promises are coming thick and fast.
The candidates, all fearful of rejection,
are out to buy each vote that we may cast.
They’ll pay us if we want to have a baby,
the only point of difference - how much.
It’s welfare for the middle class and maybe
the lot of them have lost the common touch.
Political debate has become boring.
The worm is too lethargic, cannot turn.
What used to fire our bellies leaves us snoring
while for the candidates of old we yearn.
A big man says it’s time for a new party,
a party for the common working folks.
In suit and tie he’s looking hale and hearty,
a billionaire who’s ‘just one of the blokes’.
He’s twerking on a television station,
rebuilding the Titanic, all brand new,
and in amongst his plans for our great nation
there’s room to squeeze a dinosaur or two.
The major parties just ignore his antics,
a storm within a teacup that will pass,
and they go on debating the semantics
of policies while Palmer shakes his arse.
They don’t think it is likely we’ll elect him,
but then again you never really know.
It might be a mistake to disrespect him.
We’re not too happy with the status quo.
And so they go on promising us gravy
while yesterday we barely had a train
and men in ties of blue, both royal and navy,
throw money at us in their mad campaign.
One thing’s for sure no matter what the outcome
of promises of goodies thrown our way
by over zealous candidates, no doubt come
September there will be a price to pay.
Only my opinion of course
