Power

I wrote this poem the day after the general election over here in the UK, as you can probably tell. I don’t think any further comment is necessary – enjoy!

 

It’s the big day after

a general election

and nobody really

wins or loses,

except for the public.

I’m almost thirty years old

and my party of choiuce

has never come out

at the top of the totem

poll.

That’s probably unsurprisinhg

because really

what do I know

about running

a country?

If I was

the glorious leader

I’d make people beg

for nuclear disarmament,

or maybe even

just call in sick

and watch the TV.

It must be

those Nazi

documentaries;

they made me think

the best way to pick a leader

is to find the man

or woman

who doesn’t want

to do it.

When people seek power,

it automatically means

they don’t deserve it.

I don’t deserve it

either.