Yes Minister

From the moment you wake

To the last time you sleep

It’s the mistakes that you make

And memories others keep

That determine the fate

Of the legacy you seek.

 

It’s not the trees that you shake

Or the havoc you wreak

More the lies that you spake

Of which others speak

That determine the fate

Of the legacy you seek.

 

It’s sage advice you forsake

Like a slap ‘cross the cheek

And friendships you fake

Handicapping the weak

That determine the fate

Of the legacy you seek.

 

It’s the morals of a snake

Lifted you to the peak

And hopes that you break

Disenchanting the meek

That determine the fate

Of the legacy you seek.

 

So when the last breath you take

Gives your conscience a tweak

And your reputation’s at stake

Well you're well up the creek

No legacy for fuck’s sake

You self-serving freak.

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Robert Mann

Thu 8th Aug 2019 00:52

Jason/Don - I don't regard myself as a political commentator in any way, but current circumstances dictate that I am compelled to shout out about the 'comedy' we find ourselves as unwitting players.
Thanks for liking this piece enough to comment. Might try a few more.
Rob

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Don Matthews

Thu 8th Aug 2019 00:00

So clever Rob. And I like the rhyming style you used......

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Jason Bayliss

Wed 7th Aug 2019 23:54

The very last people that should be given power are those that want it no matter the cost.

J.

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