Shattering
Holy Cow
Emotions
that ride toward tempers flaring
Political
tide that carries only the daring
Backstab
on the Ides of March but surviving
When on
St Patrick’s Day a lucky Irish lilt will sing
Petulant
dissonance wrapped in sacrificial lint
Declaring
democratic destruction because they’re skint
Is this
temper or revelation of a conviction bereft bent?
Surely in
this family fight it’s a bellicose vent
Winner
still sings despite the resentful stings
Delusion and
hope the opponent brings
Confusion
reigns as tradition destruction rings
Panic is
the reaction as the outsiders take wings
Pundits
denying after their favorite political son’s dying
Still
relying on convention they’ve pushed despite its lying
Establishment
ties causing the blindness, they predict nonsense
It’s The
People’s country the rotten ruling class forgets in their arrogance
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