I want to connect with you, deep down inside
but I’m deeply disturbed by your tissue of lies,
in front of others, you’re polished and sleek –
you manage to obscure just what hides beneath.
You’ve done it before, the veneer has been fine
and your gift of the gab has played tricks with my mind.
You’ve courted, persuaded, played to my tune,
dazzled and sparkled, my energy’s consumed.
Resistance is futile, you believe in your power
whilst my boat of lost hope is bound to founder
on rocks of persuasion; as politicians stand
I can’t help but wondering – are we all damned?
This week, on dVerse Meeting the Bar, Karin has asked us to write in slant, or near rhyme, which I enjoy both reading, and writing. I’m posting early and linking up to Karin’s post later, as I will be hot-footing it to the polling station to vote in the European elections. As you can see from my poem, I do wonder at the sanity of it all, but better to vote than not at all, that’s not in question. My personal politics, other than ones I have shared before on the future of our planet are not for here, but I imagine you have a fair idea of the sorts of things I really can’t abide.
By the way, the title of my piece, ‘Rotten Borough’, is the name that was used for parliamentary boroughs or constituencies in the UK which had a very small electorate and could be used by a patron to gain undue influence in the House of Commons until the Reform Act of 1832, which disenfranchised them. For example, Old Sarum in Wiltshire had 3 house, 7 voters and 2 Members of Parliament! See Wikipedia for more examples!
Please pop over to dVerse to see how others have risen to the slant rhyme challenge – I will be hooking up and linking up later!