Politicians wring their fingers,
Also flexing some muscle
Yet not reaching the targets;
Will not leave turf to the young Turks.
None in the public buys clichés,
Finally they have to eat their words.
And here comes the common man
Wishing to take the driver's seat
In the elections always round the corner;
As incumbents quit at the drop of a hat.
With opposition jumping to conclusions,
and the ruling classes flying off the handle.
My browser wanting a break,
I don’t want to push,
Press shutdown with a click;
repeat, press shutdown.