The Lost Art Of Punditry

Swivel chaired pontiffs

Going over the cliff

Like lemmings on a day out to the sea

Blowing bubbles of illusion

Grasping another headline

Because it seems so revolutionary

But nobody is listening

Outside a small circle of friends

A pundit on Facebook is nothing to be

Give me genuine communication

And calls for direct action

And a smattering of analytical creativity

Don’t want no stolid rehash

Of someone else’s good ideas

Looking out for something that will stretch me

Take my powers of argument

Test them on the bench of reason

And if you can’t….

I’m going….

For a nice cup of Tea