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Greasy Polls

I drank the bar dry, and then, clammily,
I lusted deep down in my soul.
Am I spending more time with my family?
No chance. I am up in the poll.

I lied upon oath, upon altar,
And lurched here and there on the floor.
Is my campaign beginning to falter?
Not a bit. I'm increasing my score.

My actions weren't slight or subliminal,
My intentions were those of a goat.
So am I thought cruel or criminal?
Not so. It has boosted my vote.

I was playing the lecher, not dating;
I was out on the pull, not the push.
Oh, it's great for your popular rating
When you're facing an ally of Bush.

click here for article in The Australian

Greasy Polls
Australian opposition Labour Party's leader, Kevin Rudd, has seen his approval ratings rise after revelations of an alcoholic night out in a New York lap-dancing club.
5 September 2007

POETRY KIT WEBRING

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