Look! No one saw the amazing
Burial of your one final dream.
Only the ungrateful and mean
Gave you a shoulder for weeping! Get used to the cesspit that awaits!
Man, in this miserable land,
Surrounded by wild beasts, can only stand
By dishing out even stronger bites. Take a match – light your cigarette!
The kiss, the friend, precedes the spit,
The hand caresses – before the stick. If someone saves you from hell,
Stone the hand that treats you well,
Spit on those who try to kiss you!
Our Minister, who art in cabinet,
hallowed be thy name.
Thy party won,
thy will be done,
in fact as it is in fiction.
Give us this day your empty signifiers,
And cover our stuff-ups,
as we cover yours when you pot us.
And lead us not into the glare of scrutiny,
but deliver us from scarce resources.
For thine is the government,
the power and the spin,
at least until the next election.
This one’s for the kiwi’s on this auspicious (??) day. Congrats on having a government, guys, it only took you three weeks