The Boil

It’s Saturday, which means it’s time for another of Truth Seeker’s poems. His last two Saturday contributions, Tony Abbott’s letter to Santa and Julia Gillard’s letter to Santa were very popular and I have no doubt this one will be too. Amongst the lefties, that is. 😉


The Boil

The Australian public looked upwards in awe

From the base of a hill that was not there before

It appeared just like magic . . . and it grew overnight

And by the next morning, well, was a hell of a sight

And some people said this was surely a sign

That the country was sick, and we’re in a decline

But the government said wait . . . this just isn’t right

The economy is good and the future is bright

But the people got frightened by the sight of the mound

And despite all the evidence said the country’s not sound.


But the government continued, as the figures were good

Ignoring doomsayers as they knew that they should

But frustration increased in the ranks of “The NO”

And the hill stole their focus and continued to grow

Big red and angry with a festering head

“It looks like a pimple”, one observant soul said

Then a little boy smiled, as he spoke to his Mum

“It’s just like that boil, that I had on me bum”

And a woman with shock written over her face

Said “The damned thing’s so big, you could see it from space”.


So the question arose as to what should be done

With a bloody great boil that could blot out the sun

Could they lance it or squeeze it or just build a fence

Round a festering pustule that was so immense

But after heated discussion machinery was brought

So the squeezing commenced and the excision sought

And they pushed and they squeezed until up went a shout

And bugger me dead, all the media popped out.

Pushing harder and harder, spurred on by success

Coalition backbenchers were expelled with the mess.


Then the core broke away in a fountain of puss

And in the midst of the gore was an LNP bus

Covered with slogans and filled up with slime

Then the door slowly opened and out stepped Chris Pyne

And the children collectively said to their mummies

“It’s a big mincing poodle, with a mouthful of dummies”

Then Hockey slipped, landing calculator in lap

But the batteries were spent and his figures were crap

Mirabella and Bishop stepped out hand in hand

They were covered in slime . . . but their posture was grand.


Abetz and his senators came out, single file

Followed closely by Abbott spewing venom and bile

His budgies were glowing and his hirsute chest puffed

But the people all saw that his party was stuffed

With his slogans revealed for the rubbish they were

And his efforts exposing him as the billionaires Cur

With their policy vacuum being more than enough

To expose them as naught but a large pile of slough (sluff)

So the people moved on with their confidence high

As the Abbott’s ambitions went completely awry.


And the country recovered, growing stronger each day

While the LNP circus slowly faded away

And the moral for all is the poison . . . you’ll foil

If you use enough pressure to excise the boil

And don’t be misled into sad apathy

But seek out the truth, as it will set you free

Ask questions, demand answers and ignore all the spin

And then those that deserve it will hopefully win

And be careful when riding the LNP bus

As you may well end up sitting . . . covered in pus.


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