General Election
The prime
minister’s been to the palace,
As the royal
prerogative’s involved,
The monarch
declared parliament dissolved.
And then
there began the unseemly chase
For votes;
promises made that can’t be kept
To enhance
general prosperity,
While
maintaining stringent austerity;
Just mark
your cross and passively accept.
Even the
best of intentions must fail,
Left, right
or centre put on a good show,
But whoever
wins most certainly knows
Capital’s
priorities will prevail.
Then, when a
new government’s been arranged,
Whether red,
yellow or blue, nothing’s changed.
D. A.
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