The elections are here, for whom should I vote?

They’re drilled by their parties, repeating by rote;

Most don’t even live here, they’d have to commute,

To visit the voters in their snazzy suits.

 

We tell them what’s wrong, and they listen and smile,

And say they will fix it, but might take a while.

No matter which party you speak to today,

They promise and trot out the same old clichés.

 

Then up on that platform with gaudy rosettes,

Once the count is announced then they quickly forget.

Cos now they’re elected they’ll do as they’re told,

As party HQ whips them into the fold.

 

So, little gets done that will benefit us,

No matter how much we may grumble and cuss.

They castigate people who don’t come to vote,

And say it’s their fault and make them the scapegoat.

 

So I’ll go to the booth, put my cross in the box,

And hope that this time by some strange paradox,

The promises made won’t be strangled to death,

And something will change, but I won’t hold my breath.