no-one could tell from his face 

and his body language never, 

I mean never, gives him away

 

he's way too schooled at staying

cool and too long in the tooth at 

being economical with the truth.

 

strictly speaking his pants should 

be on fire and his name could be 

Billy 'bare-faced' Liar, a lying 

 

baa-baa baa-sted who craftily pulls 

the wool over people's eyes and is 

fond of knitting black and white lies.

 

he's too fleet of foot to get caught 

flat-footed, with Ronaldo's silky 

step-overs and Messi's sublime 

body swerves, gliding unmarked 

past the truth and scoring for fun 

in the open goal of lies.

 

and as if that wasn't enough, he 

pulls excuses from his sleeve 

like a magician with the poise of a 

blindfolded tightrope walker who always

think's he's too Billy Smart to fall.

 

 

 

but that's politics for you.