Never before, so blatently,
Have crooked politicians shown
How little they care about truth.
Corruption goes right to the top,
We all know, yet they never stop.
If they came into your kitchen,
If they robbed your biscuit barrel,
Of your rainy day cash savings,
With ghastly smile and silly joke,
Right there, before your very eyes,
You’d punch them on the nose, no doubt,
With no ado you’d throw them out,
You’d kick these bastards down the street,
You’d slap their heads, stamp on their feet,
Never would they rob you again.
Somehow, when they are on the news,
When questioned hard about contracts,
Given willy nilly to friends,
Unmonitored, brown envelopes,
For artificial work not done,
By unqualified, fly by night,
Toffee nosed, silver tongued buffoons,
Who trouser billions of pounds,
You just turn away from TV,
Accept this as normality.
Yet whilst they rob your Jack and Jill,
You must suck on this bitter pill,
They do not care if you are ill,
With your money their coffers fill.
Your cash has gone, your future spent,
Your cookie jar no different,
How foolish, all this trust you lent,
To popinjays who turn out BENT.
Harry Rogers in the Red Bedroom, 25th February 2021.