Lost in the politics of it all

‘Who the fuck, are you?’1


You may well ask that of your self; as of me2

I have many names; but you can call the ghost of all you’re Christmas’s past.3

For you have led a life of excess4

From the opulence of office, at the dispatch box, or whilst pressing the flesh5

It’s all been in the name of democracy and the votes counted.6

An MP for here or there7

A Parliamentary safe seat was all that mattered8

That second home in the city; the comfortable country pile, money in the kitty9

The old school tie at the gentleman’s club, backhanders for favours, making money hand over fist.10

It all beats work and makes it all worth while.11

So when you get caught as surely as you must12

When all is failing crashing down around your ears13

Forced you’ll stand up and regrettably say you’re sorry’s14

Offer token gesture; to pay back your half-a-crown.15


Again! You ask. ‘Who the fuck, are you?’16


I could answer I’m your conscience; but you have none17

No I am the spirit of a solider fallen in battle for the want of a gun.18

A victim of your need for greed and in-efficiencies19

Now there’s another Mother grieving for a son.20

Take advantage of TV opportunity 21

Provision of meagre pension to heal the loss of a son and with lip serviced thanks, kind words you console22

Whilst I was alive; I was her pride and joy23

Sent money home to a family used to being on the breadline always on the dole24

I was a constituent; just another of those face’s that you never know25

A Member of Parliament; was once a title to revere!26

Money purloiner, Mistrustful person; charlatans all here27

This is the legacy built as you feathered your nest28


‘Just who the fuck, are you?’ from you I once again hear.29


When I am gone another will come and show you a future; within a day.30

Heed well all that your hear and see31

Learn to be culpable and without reproach; not a public waste of cash, the state pariah you have been, the blood sucking leach the low life cockroach.32

Now there is a new beginning a change approaches33

A change for all; be you Liberal, Conservative, Labour or other34

Don’t rely on voter’s apathy ‘What? Change; they’re all the same, why bother!’35

You may be mandated a clean sheet, repair the damage, put the country back on its feet; make amends36

Listen to the people which ever of you gets to hold the power.37

The public of this Country demand respect38

It’s in your hands you can make it happen; if not for your self then every hard working, decent, honest person who are asking PLEASE, don’t treat us like imbeciles.39

You now have time to ponder, your fate and path to choose and if that fate makes us meet again40

You can tell of a man changed; who gained respect, turned his Country around and became great.41

You can then tell me who the fuck YOU ARE! 42