Take Me To Your Leader
I hope aliens from space don’t land in the U.K.
I must relate the words I read
on a poster that a friend shared
wishing to start a thread:
on a poster that a friend shared
wishing to start a thread:
“I hope aliens from space
don’t land in the U.K. and say
‘Take me to your leader.
How embarrassing would that be?”
don’t land in the U.K. and say
‘Take me to your leader.
How embarrassing would that be?”
I laughed, believe me reader,
but realised that I had to agree.
but realised that I had to agree.
I watched the Westminster lunatics
swimming against the tide
and hoping to find a quick fix
but found their hands were tied.
swimming against the tide
and hoping to find a quick fix
but found their hands were tied.
The one who was steering the ship
seemed to have lost the compass
and committed too many a slip
as navigation reached an impasse.
seemed to have lost the compass
and committed too many a slip
as navigation reached an impasse.
For letting the boat run aground
the captain received no thanks
but was commanded by all around
to step down and walk the plank.
the captain received no thanks
but was commanded by all around
to step down and walk the plank.
© Luigi Pagano 2019
welcome to the club of earthlings not having a leader to take an Alien to. (hopefully I’ve phrased it correctly!)
A sad state of affairs!