Silent as a crow, perched on his leased throne;
He sits in the middle where the trench is divided
Watching as the lower house crumbles to his hands
Like a case of e coli digging deep in the gut
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This is a great work. I read the title, and thought Keats. The poem itself reminds how Shakespearean KS is. Let's just hope all doesn't descend into full blown tragedy. I miss the days when our Canadian political landscape was more Pythonesque.
A great satire, Kevin. Well written and biting