Socialist Sonnet No. 102
Resignation
A prime
minister losing confidence,
However
self-assured he’s in the right,
Whatever misdemeanours
come to light,
He will
struggle to maintain the pretence
Of near infallibility,
and then
Step down amidst
bitter claims of betrayal,
Being far,
far too grand to actually fail,
Unlike the
general mass of men and women
Who prove
fickle once they find they’re misled.
Yet there’s
still a benefit behind the fuss,
A purpose to
this political circus,
To distract
from the rising price of bread.
And so
departs the familiar face,
While
leaving a prime minister in place.
D. A.
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