3rd December 2007
Behind every democracy,
one that’s dodgy or great
there lies an evil dictator,
zipping his fly and
kissing your vote away
with soft salty lips.
As she adjusts his tie,
she whispers your fate
to the smiling front man.
Filed under Poetry |
The ‘real’ puppeteer and her feminine wiles, wielding a lipstick rather than an iron fist.
You always get better results using the carrot than the stick.