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. 😉
Enjoy.
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.
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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”.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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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(Photo courtesy of news.com.au)
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