What am I but air

Another breath

In an increasingly breathless world

Another sigh

In a whirlwind of exasperation 

Unheard against the halitosis 

of  political exhaling 

Dissipating under the hot breath

of false rhetoric 

And hot-air promises 

Soon to blow away 

Like the weary farts 

Of a backbench octogenarian 

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