The media take politicians at face value and won’t ask the right question.
What a suggestion!
If your position is illogical, if you lie, who are you, the big I?
You make me cry.
Politicians don’t like being laughed at, held up to ridicule, that’s the golden rule.
Treated as a fool.
If you do that you’ll never talk to them again.
Look after your wallet, hold your pen.
Who’s fooling who, you again.
Out of their own mouths they are condemned said Jesus Christ, he was crucified.
Which politician never lied?
I realise you don’t want to be nailed to a cross, or get shot, that would be no loss.
You don’t give a toss.
Good guys don’t win, there’s no such thing as a free lunch, eat your words you miserable bunch.
Pravda means truth, don’t make me laugh.
Who will sort the wheat from the chaff?
This is just a draft.
Will I write your last will and testament?
“I never said what I meant”.
I see your trick.
You make us sick.
We are not thick.
Go ahead, put yourself first.
You’re on the game, you meet the worst.
You’re in the game, you play it too.
Monkey in the zoo.
The world is the way it is because of people like you.
Ones who don’t care.
The news is fake, you’re on the make.
It’s the world we live in, must it be this way?
What do words say?
Truth to tell we live in Hell.
Exceptions are very, very rare.
Remember the word care?
How it looks or how it is, politics, the news, showbiz.
Razmatazz and all that jazz.
I want the real thing, I am not alone.
You chill me to the bone.
Yours faithfully, war correspondent.
At least I said what I meant.
28th October, 2017