Mister Plus Poem by Joseph S. Josephides

Mister Plus, Minister in the European Centre*
steps up on the podium of Parliament, with style
yet, he overlooks the holes of the Funds.
He emits alcohol odor and giggles.
Doesn’t cure the ills of unemployment.
He emits alcohol odor and staggers.
Is ignorant of homeless or pollutants.
He emits alcohol odor and belches.
Never heard about forest fires or melting of ice.
Emits alcohol odor, stutters with rhythmic hiccups.

All is perfect seen by the blindness of his drinks!
He withdraws from podium rocking, triumphant,
the members look at him slantwise, applaud, laugh.

He differs from those who drink to forget problems,
since he drinks trying to remember what he drank
and further to alcohol he emits his special perfume.
Mister Plus, is a child of the century of minus.
All is fake, apart from the fake roof he is staring at.
No need for solution, since there no problem at all.


© JosephJosephides