1 Sunday Scandal Poem by Casual Diamond

Economic secrets, stolen leaflet
Have they gone and found the leak yet?
A molehill got the wheel in motion
A downfall speeds up the locomotion.
The MP's wife takes a unmarked car
In the night, to meet a minister
The MP left his door ajar
And swung a whip from the old Boer war
He donned a leather mask for his willing guests
Totally nude, but with total respect
Proposed a toast to his subjects votes,
The awe of power and thought of sex.

The young girl let the fat man touch her
Whiskey fumes and the contact of a vulture
While the driver waited in his car
The trap was set for his capture
So the girl let the thin man touch her
Mixed up questions, drunken laughter
Monies paid and passed over there
Each man knows his own affair