Pollies

Nothing engenders hate

like pollies at powers gate.

They stir up a crowd

with rantings so loud

then the bludgers just sit back and wait.

About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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