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THE NOT-MUCH MAN (Being a report from one palaeanthropologist to another)

Poetry By: Philip Roberts
Literary fiction



A poem about Australia's most feeble prime minister, Kevin Rudd. In his three year in power, he spent at least two years overseas sightseeing at the taxpayers' expense.


Submitted:Feb 5, 2011    Reads: 24    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


The story of the Not-Much Man
Is a story that brings no joy,
The poor just call him, 'Rudd the Dud'
The Rich call him 'Kev, our boy!'

The Not-Much Man is wondering
How he can fix the future,
But he's happy to leave us dying now
That's the brutal truth for sure.

The Not-Much Man just says,
'Today is dead and gone,
'It's not my fault the poor won't die out
'Why must they keep living on?'

The Not-Much Man is cretinous
He's such a hopeless case,
He'll let the pensioners die of hunger
To feed the greedy Master Race.

The Not-Much Man is lying
About the state of
Australia,
He isn't man enough to admit
After six months he's a failure.

THE END
© Copyright 2011
Philip Roberts,
Melbourne, Australia





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