The Grey Politician
The grey man dressed as he spoke
in dreary monotonous phrases
expounded under cold monotone sky
My concentration drifted angrily
a question in my mind
‘How dull does he think we are?’
I must take action, my ears have closed
the fists have tightened
The adrenaline has risen.
I shall paint his tired ego brightly
with rainbow coloured words
drawn from nature’s dictionary
Rudely, perhaps crudely even
display my chagrin, explain
modulate and express in fiery tone
If a politician you feel to be
discard your paper speeches
and speak freely from the heart
Then I in my madness
Might
Vote for you!
