The Circus

The Circus

Behold, The Greatest Show on Earth.
Live entertainment for the hoards.
Each candidate reveals their worth;
hustling for the House of Lords.

The biggest circus of them all
rolls into town with much aplomb.
Making the rounds, we try to call
on every Harry, Dick and Tom.

Jump on our hyped up carousel;
enjoy the spin as we go round.
Oh join with us — you might as well
— our policies are somewhat sound.

Each candidate has his own sign
— for vanity is never shy.
No need for any weed or wine,
pure narcissism gets us high.

The gullible and uninformed
are swept up in the ballyhoo.
Their nominee has out performed
the other monkeys in the zoo.

Well known for subterfuge and lies,
for promises that ride the breeze.
When caught, we simply improvise,
and beg you to forgive us… please.

At least until your vote’s assured,
and we have won the seats we need.
Then, when our power is secured
our real agenda shall proceed.

Don’t sit there with your hat in hand,
expecting us to give a damn.
This never was, The Promised Land.
Get up and earn yourself a dram.