It's all about me.

A short poem about political arrogance

It's all about me

Tonight, what will it be?
Me sitting, Birkenstocks and brie

Finger pointing, wine still with stopper
Thoughts held steady. Who’s right, what’s proper?

Who will choose?
Who will lose?

I question you more than me.
Whilst sipping my tea

The choice is clear
Wine, not beer

‘Tis my fight, not my plight
Perhaps a Cabernet tonight?

The truth be told
But why? When sold

It’s all about me
Whilst I sup my tea

Tonight I dine
I drink fine wine

Would you mind?
Do Close the blind