They're chewing the whole issue over;
They're minting some policies quick.
They know the whole country's
Stuck up a gum-tree –
It's a problem they need to unstick.
It hardens beneath garden tables;
It clings to the hair like a nit –
Ex-smokers, still craving,
Can cover your paving
With a thoughtless but deadening spit.
All policy speeches are tasteless,
Strangle language, but linger like lard:
But the public consumption
Of gum needs some gumption –
And a boot to come down on it, hard.