Prime Minister's Question Time
That Wednesday morning farce
That starts with the sycophants
Verfbally kissing the Premier's arse,
Followed by the Opposition Leader
Who begs and inolores
Answers to his questions
Which the Prime Miniater ignores,
To indulge in propaganda
And very personal attack
When the Opposition Leader
Vey quickly bites back.
Those present in the House
All bay, yell and scream like fools
In way that would bring exclusion
From most decent primary schools.
Democracy in action
There for all to see
The Parliamentary equivalent
Of the weekly chimps party tea
Prime Minister's Question Time
A misnomer indeed
Behaviour more reflting those
High on skunk, roofies or weed.
A most unedifying spectacle
But thats just how it looks
When any nation is led by
Hypocrites, spivs amd crooks.
The honourable resignation
A thing of the long gone past
As those in power cling on
Until the very very last.
And loyalty is rewarded,
When the opportunity affords,
By the lifetime sinecure of
A seat in the House of Lords.
We treat politicians with deference
In a manner that confounds]
Forgetting they work for us
And not the other way round.
