Politicians are turning to literature to shore up their credibility
Elect me! I am Unsuccess.
Elect me! I will give you less.
The misery of Adam’s curse
Will be immeasurably worse.
You would be foolish to suppose
That any measure I propose
To ameliorate your children’s lot
Will come to pass, for it will not.
Our country’s future is confusion.
All hopes of growth are an illusion.
Take courage! Drain the bitter cup.
I promise taxes will go up.
Elect me! I will bring you grief,
The withered rose, the shrivelled leaf.
The Torch of Freedom burned to ash,
And Britain sold for foreign cash.
John Whitworth