PoliTikus

It's just six days into the Year of the Rat,(Do you know that it's the year 4706 by the lunar recogning?), so I wish to dedicate a Post to a sub-species of humankind called the PoliTikus. Not to be confused with a journalist-cum-blogger who calls herself Polytikus, for a "y" differs from an "i" because the species with the extra "i" often thinks too much of itself. And often helps itself to the gravy without being invited.

In verse here and dare then!

Often they use BIGWORDS
and are remembered by Bloggers like Howsy for their
quotable quotes

They preach high sounding moral values
some sound, even look like, an ulama, priest or preacher
The less endowned sound, even look like, a lawyer, writer or teacher
Whatever

They seem to mean what they say
They talk like judges, even sound like judges
But they don't walk the talk
But they talk
and talk
and talk
COCK

VVe the people must therefore take their words with
a pinch of salt
Hence VVe make good mariners
as we get used to the saltiness

Of spiced up BIGWORDS
BIGMOUTHS
and
Whatever
I forget
I don't remember

Yes, it's vicedom of the poliTIKUS
by the Lake of WakaTipu
Or e'en imported from Timbucktwo
or TimfaceThree
Whatever

I don't remember
now
WHY
I even bother
to dedicate a poem
to such a sub-species
Maybe I've some resonance to them
I'm a blardy writHer quite mousey.

12.27am
Feb 12, 2008