I was told that I should always try to be balanced in any commentary, so here’s my alternative perspective to ‘Shortling of the Overthrow’.
Phoney Tony, gave me fright
When said he that ‘NO’ was Right,
What convoluted monstrous lie?
Could create such prodigious quandary?
In what dark and twisted lies?
Was birthed the fervour to deny
For what cause dare he desire?
To be a serialised denier
And what heresy, what devious art,
Hardened this politician’s heart?
And when good polity raised its head.
Who was it that “NO’d” it dead?
For what purpose? For what fame?
To be PM, is that the Game?
What ambition? What fervid grasp?
Prime Ministership is there to clasp
But nil to offer apart from fears
And negativity, NO’s and jeers,
And will we smile our work to see?
The disastrous PM that you will be?
Phoney Tony, burning bright
I do hope with all my might,
That like a skyrocket brief you’ll fly
A flash of light, then fade, and die!
- The RANT #7: Shortling of the Overthrow (Part 2) (deknarf.wordpress.com)