LibDem Flimflam

Lib Dem flimflam,
Everyman to any man.
Discernment trashed
For power dash in
Sandals swapped
And values cropped
For fickle, feckless
Flip flops.
Integrity displaced;
Credibility replaced.
Constant grazers with
A panoramic face.
Fib Dem shaftocrats:
Water off a duck’s back.
A niche in capriciousness.
Specious claims for
Squalid gains.
Plans dropped for
Scams and plots in
National Interest ruse.
Shame exchanged
For hubris blue,
Prove the party’s
Worse than useless.
Toothless shills and
Selfish shysters,
Lame excuses for
Collusion,
Lib Dems suffer
Mass delusion;
Serve themselves
Without exclusion.

Is Nick Clegg ‘Spam’?

Is Nick Clegg spam?

It seems he can

Be meaningless

And mean.

The Tory fervour’s

Proxy server,

Propping up the ConDem Team. 

Naive Nick, the Phisher’s foil,

Flashman’s ‘special’ filter boy.

He brings you junk

In spun-sized chunks –

A front while cronies take the spoils. 

A waste of time

And faith

And money –

Betrayal so bad.

Replaced by worry –

Now Nick says he’s very sorry. 

So deep is he in his own mire,

The Liar’s mercen’ry-for-hire

Flees the pan to face the fire.

But it’s too late,

Contaminate –

For,

Like the spam you emulate,

You’re power unsolicited.

The LibDem’s future’s ‘marked as read’.