Political PanicBy JP McMenamin I met a Politician
And he was in some tizz
He was searching like a madman
He’d lost, his reality is. “I used it last” the MP said
“When I was on Talkback
But I’ve searched my pockets. It isn’t there
I nearly had a heart attack.” “I’ve retraced my steps, looked everywhere
But I can’t find my wee phrase
My political life is over
And my head is in a daze.” I have to meet the Queen next week
But I can’t talk to Liz
Because I start each sentence
With – “The Reality-is.” “It could be stole” I said to him
“Or perhaps it’s out on loan”
“No. When it comes to that wee phrase” he said
“Each politician has his own.” “It has no value” said the man
“In my trade it’s just a tool
How shall I start my speeches now?
Oh God, I feel a fool.” “It’s no use to the common man
Cause they don’t talk that way
But politicians love it
They use it every day.” “Ah there it is” the wee man said
“In front of my own nose
I pushed it up there with my glasses
When I had a little doze.” “The reality is” the MP said
Ah, good, it’s working well,
“The Reality is” the MP said, “You can go to hell.”
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