Due to one reason or another I haven’t been able to post another of truth Seeker’s great poems, but with the political lull over the last 24 hours I at last grab the opportunity. I hope you enjoy his latest: Relevance Deprivation Syndrome (the scourge of the mega rich and power hungry).
For the mega rich or power hungry
Or those that aspire to be
There’s a syndrome called relevance deprivation
that’s a painful and sad malady
It consumes their thinking and perverts their souls
And drives them all to distraction
As they spruik their opinions and ideologies
But unfortunately fail to gain any traction.
There’s the likes of the old Graham Richardson
Who deserted the ALP fold
To join the murky ranks of the media
And to them his soul was sold
He’s called a Labor insider
On an ex-power broker ticket
But the truth is his opinions are irrelevant
As most people tell him to stick it.
The LNP in its entirety
Pushing its lies, spin and slogans
Join the ranks of irrelevancy
Being populated by wealthy bogans
They jostle around for the headlines
Claiming victory with each little gem
While the government gets on with the job to be done
Proving government works better . . . without them.
Chrissy Pyne the Lib’s mincing poodle
Acts as though he’s Abbott’s pet
He’s always been bloody irrelevant
He just hasn’t realised it yet
And then there is Sophie Mirabella
A person that just isn’t nice
A particularly irrelevant member
With a heart pumping nought but dry ice.
And the opposition’s main aim is
Wasting time each sitting day
As the suspension of standing orders
Is the only game that they play
And they don’t seem to know what portfolios
They are actually to represent
As they never ask questions related
Proving they are totally . . . irrelevant.
Then there’s the right wing shock jocks
Jones and Hadley and Bolt
One is an idiot, one is a moron
And one is a rambling dolt
They each have a liberal audience
But for relevance none of them get passes
For they all deny truth fact and reason
Instead speaking straight from their arses.
The MSM and the ABC
All pushing their own agendas
Prove to the public their irrelevancy
As they’re seen to be right wing truth benders
With Liberals and moguls asleep at the helm
And steering them straight for the rocks
And the people who desire the truth from their news
Think that most of their journalists are cocks.
With their headlines of smear and innuendo
Tainting banners all over the land
As the editors and the producers
Make a blatantly right-wing stand
While their business model is failing
As that dreaded NBN looms large
And the world passes by in its speedboat
While they watch from their . . . sinking barge.
Clive Palmer is a classic example
Calling pressers with nothing to say
Declaring he’ll stand for a Liberal seat
Then changing his mind the next day
Then to announce a new project
He’s building another Titanic
Rich he may be but irrelevancy
Is the name of the game for this manic.
And a T Rex his latest acquisition
To complement an old car collection
He’s got planned for his resort on the sunny coast
With Jurassic Park his planning direction
And his money he’s happy to squander
In his efforts to get himself heard
But the sad thing for sure he’s the real dinosaur
Looking more like a T Rex’s . . . turd.
Obscenely rich, the unseemly bitch
Our Gina’s the top of the heap
Buying shares in the press, just created a mess
As the mountain ahead proved too steep
For the biggest of all, with the furthest to fall
She’s now stuck with the shares she can’t sell
Proving wealth’s not enough to disguise all the slough
Or to cover the intrinsic bad smell.
And according to Gina socialising and drinking
Are for those from the wealthiest patch
Living life and having fun, by the poor shouldn’t be done
And an itch only the wealthy can scratch
But to be rich don’t be jealous, work harder
While cutting the minimum wage
Which might work if we could eat from her larder
And live to Methuselah’s age.
With the platinum spoon hanging out of her mouth
And irrelevancy her biggest call
And her children unhappy with her attitude crappy
And her eyes fixed on the wrong ball
She craves to be relevant ignoring the elephant
In the room that’s just dumped a big turd
For the elephant you see and her irrelevancy
Are the same . . . her desire just to be heard.
So take note all you pollies and moguls
You shock jocks and journos alike
As the public don’t like to be lied to
And they’ll tell you to get on your bike
Credibility and respect are both earned
As with class, you cannot take classes
So be honest and decent and the people might listen
But you need to stop . . . talking through your arses.