Puppet

Fetid and tepid
The imbeciles are staying out.
Except when it’s their turn to welch off the dying
And bail out their sinking ships.
 I’ve no stomach
for any of this.
I’ve seen my friend suffer.
I can hear it in her broken voice.
And these connivers are making it worse.
It’s lip – service,
all of it.
Down to the venom they spew,
down to the very hate they preach
veiled thinly as tolerance
for this weeks puppet,
for this weeks whore
they trot on the screen,
they insist it’s enough.
Then it’s fade away
til next week
and their never – ending supply
of fibs, lies, lines,
and endless parades of ra – ra bullshit,
and white too – perfect teeth
smiling at us
til the end of the week.