Honest Politicians Poem by Madrason .

They never heard of the Cayman Islands
but wouldn't mind a small vacation now and then
they never shed a crocodile tear
when the suffering is crouching near
the hammocks in the street
the people touching their feet
in hope for a little bit of glory
they say just get a job quickly
do not keep bothering me
it wasn't a blind eye turned
when bumblebee flew in it
or was it beëlzebubs sin
they never own a second home
don't have a tax advisor
don't drive a weekend car
off to their second lover?