Metamorphosis Of Sleaze Poem by David Wood

Whack-a-mole season has lasted a long time,
Each calamity is superseded by another
Catastrophe. Scandals ooze from every pore,
Skeletons emerge from every closet,
From the Chief Buffoon to ordinary fellow blood
Suckers, they shamelessly line their pockets.

Nanny Media makes their path smooth and
Straight like any good wet-nurse with such an
‘Ah-there-there mummy knows best' attitude
Aimed to placate a frustrated public unaware
Of the implications of such deceit. We are led by
Buffoons, with the brains of sheep lost in a fog.