Act

Our minister prime has a hell of a time
convincing the world he is human
he can sit in his flannels and play the piano
but the guy is sure no Margaret Truman.

And just what the word is on Helena Guergis
that caused him to call in the Mounties
the goods in the land is it’s just slight of hand
designed to deflect an accounting

of things that the boys with the hard-core toys
were doing with prisoner exchanges
or worse if the reason we’re staying this season
in bed with this Afghani danger

is to prop up the power of the kook of the hour
who’s singing love songs to the Taliban
while our boys are dying and Kabul is frying
and the right wing is chanting that he da man

Our minister prime has a hell of a time
convincing the world he is human
he can sing all the night and believe he is bright
but his light measures just half a lumen.