With a sneer and a grin
and a fistful of dough
they emerge from the bin
brown of toe, brown of toe.
There is bent-ear Costello,
also pitiful John.
Both would fit a bordello
though they can't get it on.
With their snouts full of loot
and their knickers in knots,
a big horn that goes toot
in the big parking lots,
they are once again chanting
how they'll govern the land,
though their raving and ranting
like a soup all too bland.
Folks are dumb to their nipples
cannot tell what's at stake.
Cannot see those small ripples
as it moves, the old snake.
As he rests there, he's losing
worn-out skin, every flake
I can't find it amusing
that he's simply a snake.
Nothing WILL change a coward
nor a crook or a thief,
let us throw out John Howard
as commander in chief.
If we keep re-electing
those old limp dicks who screw
folks, while slyly dissecting
our family ewe,
we shall soon find that living
as we thought it would be
turns perpetual giving,
while we're down on one knee.
So, I wish you dumb wankers
who were born with short pins,
a huge glut of new bankers
and a nuclear rinse.
Herbert Nehrlich
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/election-2007-australia/
