THE BUSINESS OF CORRUPTION

A poem that says something about corruption.

THE BUSINESS OF CORRUPTION

 

                      

They smile for the cameras as if they’ve just won the Grand Final.

Their ill-fitting suits are as much an embarrassment as their behaviour.

They lied, cheated, made false claims for dirty money and political mileage.

Did they really think as they live like oligarchs,

That we wouldn’t notice there nefarious maneuvers?

We have to impede these stupid people from manufactured fame.

As there bombardment of perjuries constantly flood our screens.

It’s as if their mouths are tumbling down the steps of the courthouse.

For there is only one language they understand.

“Kill their f****n’ dreams!”

 

Those in the know profess that Kingmakers,

Are like cockroaches post apocalypse.

The only survivors.

But in this chaotic millennium,

Internet rummaging has captured them with their pants half-mast.

They are now unable to sidestep belligerent government agencies,

Out for blood and sacrificial lambs.

We’re intoxicated by their misleading predictions of the future.

Ignorant of the all-important question.

“What about their past!?”

 

An’ don’t yer just luv their gangster-like names.

Joe, Eddie, Moses an’… Ian.

It’s a stretch for anyone’s imagination,

That these “types” would have lovers,

Or even mothers.

Yet now comes the winter of their expiry,

With their ducks in a row.

Though who is that masked shooter?

Is it the disgruntled masses?

The hungry media?

The internet hotter than your overpriced gas heater?

The corporation where decisions are never resolved,

And machinations are fortified and safeguarded?

At some crucial point,

These threatening fellows have to be wrapped and boxed.

Let’s get em’ outa’ the wooden dock,

An’ behind barbed wire with no sox.