Politically Challenged

Our politicians are torn,

reforming and radical,

they swore for real change,

smiles and new names.

LibCon slash ConDem(n)?

Is it us against them?

Do we need a shared enemy,

or just an old friend?

Iceland's volcano,

breathing its flame,

a stand-still Europe,

and a sky without planes.

We survived swine flu,

despite contracts flawed,

we survived terror,

by doing sod all.

The news keeps on screaming,

like on Tomorrow Never Knows,

and like Bond's evil villian,

the tabloid's our foe.

Statistic fanatics,

you're not radicals.

Cameron and Clegg,

are set for a fall.

The End

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