I’m told there is talent in our political system

But I’ve looked pretty hard and it seems that I’ve missed ‘em

I took myself off through the corridors of power

It made me depressed and got worse by the hour

‘Cos all of the members to whom I was presented

Acted like kids or were clearly demented

The place was just full of these crushing old bores

The whining idealists, political whores.

When I finally left I felt soiled and stained

And wondered aloud about what could be gained

If we chucked this lot out and elected some more

But the reality was that I couldn’t be sure

That they wouldn’t just argue like immature gits

And continue to give the taxpayer the shits.