Oh Owen Glenn
Now and then
I wonder when
you shall, put pad to pen
and give me one million.
Oh Owen Glen
Winnie doesn’t comprehend,
give me your money to stand for MP
A one off payment,
the rests for free.
Oh Owen Glenn
My politics ARE for sale.
Provide me with a non interest bearing loan
I’d cook you cupcakes and scones at home
late nights we could discuss
how best to spend your hard earned bucks.
Oh Owen Glenn
Take your foot from your mouth
you must agree
I am the most in need of your money.
An Ode to Bob Jones
Oh Bob Jones
giving out political loans
you scary old bag of bones,
drunk, knocking over cones
drinking in restricted zones.
Oh Bob Jones
You do demand
attention from the land.
Your delusions are so grand
a typical firebrand.
Help me finish the rest of it off!
Oh Bob Jones
You like boxing
And political foxing
I’m currently jacking off to some book you wrote in the 1970′s
I don’t care if this doesn’t rhyme
Fuck, I want you
Oh Bob Jones
Ex Salienteer
How I wish you’d buy me a beer,
totally platonic, I’m not queer,
unlike the above commenter.
Oh Helen Clark
Your thoughts so dark,
instincts like a shark.
On politics you’ve made your mark,
a vicious bite as well as bark.