Delinquent Defectors (Part 1)
Here, once again,
Our Prostitutes in Power (PIP)
The shameless dogs have scuttled
Back to their vomit
Our Very Right Honorables are back
In the folds of those they once betrayed
Just last season
They broke bond and boundary
Swore new oaths, pledged their fickle faiths
Before a new Headman and his new cohorts
Intoxicated by new schemings
Fired up by insatiable appetites:
The nation, to them, was a fallen elephant
And they came with an arsenal of knives
At the head of this pack was a ruthless rogue
Who once stole the Senate crown in the dead of night
He found useful Vice in a serial Second Fiddler –
The Prince and his Puppet, both perpetually perverse
But the union went sour, the scheme awry
Their share of the flesh disappointed their knives
They fumed, they fretted; then, their tails between their legs,
They scuttled back to their erstwhile cohorts
Mindless, rapacious, incurably self-absorbed:
Unfortunate the land ruled by this band of rogues
But unhappier the people so silently
Sentenced to crumbs at their degenerate tables