— The Labor Party –
A zoo animal that no one visits
but needing feeding. A cuddle
carried like a rancid parcel
to polling day, nowhere to put it.
A howling muddle with no middle.
Plumb out of soul to sell,
fratricidal rumblings in its tract,
factions or stones in its stomach.
Left, right, pacing like a swell
with a pauper on its back.
Bored, frantic, shaggy and bereft
this beast was once a star:
powerful, nearly moral, popular.
When the leopard has no spots left
we in cages mourn from afar.
— Tony Lintermans
Hat tip Daily Poem Service.
That was beautiful Trevor
He didn’t write it Spud.
Not that beautiful either
‘Left, right, pacing like a swell’
sounds like Labour to me
Dylan if you can’t tell the difference between Aussie Labor and NZ Labour you are even slower than you seemed.
No I know. The Labour party in NZ Aus and Britain IMO have been swaying left and right over time.
@Trevor
Sounds remarkably like the Labour Party to me.
Lol – the difference between labour in Aussie and nz?
Lanour in Aussie have a chance of getting in ?
@Simon – no but he found it and stuck it on this blog
I guess the beauty of rancid parcels can be lost on some people 
@Trev LOL
Oh Dylan, don’t talk about swaying, I’m drunk
swaying left and right
It’s less of a ’sway’ and more a rythmic undulation. It has a good beat, but you can’t dance to it.
Hi Phil