A Politician, shall we call him Perro?
puffed up with vanity,
met a citizen-voter one day, and,
to impress him spread his arms,
and began to tell of gorgeous tales,
of highways and tunnels,
of projects and plans,
of educational building more sublime,
than the wonders of the worlds,
he stood there, his shadow long,
in setting Sun, face shining; “Look,” he said,
“What have you to compare with this?
I am dressed in all the glory of the rainbow,
I am wined and dined across the state,
there is nothing to fancy for my pal-ette’,
He gazed down from protected podium ,
as if to say ‘your achievements are as dust and grey!”
With a glance and a smirk our citizen-voter, sighed, then,
simply spread his broad wings,
and wrapped them around his wife & children three,
and flew up toward the sun, singing as he went,
of a planned family holiday in Dungog, and ,
of his problem car Bob, about their dogs, and mad cat,
of his elderly neighbour, and his ordinary job,
of a life amongst mates, around hand built BBQ
about all his mess a simple life that is true,
“Follow me if you can,” he sang out.
But aghast the Politician Perro’ stood silently,
on Macquarie street steps, and watched, trying to understand.
for He remained among the vultures of the barnyard,
while the Citizen it seemed soared in freedom,
far up into the blue sky.
