Canto CXXVIII

For most men politics is a kebab—
it takes a fair few beers to set the mood
after the failed conquest has caught her cab,

though, to be fair, the case could be argued
kebabs at least have substance and flavour,
whereas our crass debaters’ worldly views

are big on sizzle, skimpy on ideas.
They’ll wake the next day with a gammy gob,
bowels rumbling like Ben Hur’s charioteers

before they set off meekly to their jobs.

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2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Katherine
    Jan 06, 2012 @ 10:19:25

    Hilarious!

    Reply

  2. peter litton
    Jan 08, 2012 @ 14:35:02

    I see what you mean about similes…

    “They’ll wake the next day with a gammy gob,
    bowels rumbling like Ben Hur’s charioteers”

    they are rarely subtle. 🙂

    Reply

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