Political

Oh the Prime Minister’s parrot wears a tie,

Squawks “Democracy!” and then learns to lie,

He tweets foreign policy from a golden cage,

Then pecks at treaties on a nuclear stage.

Wiggle-waggle, vote for cheese,

The Cabinet dances on broken knees,

Left wing? Right wing? No, just wings!

And a parliament full of inflatable kings.

Senators juggle invisible laws,

While lobbyists serenade sharks with applause,

The Justice System’s out on bail,

And Ethics resigned by certified mail.

There’s a diplomat made out of jam,

Negotiating peace with a hologram.

The flag now flaps in binary code,

Streaming elections in squirrel mode.

Tick-tock, rewrite the clock,

History’s drunk and kissing a rock,

Red hats, blue hats, spin the wheel—

Who needs truth when fiction's a deal?

So salute the llama in a general’s coat,

He’s passing laws by rubber duck boat,

If the world ends with a campaign ad,

Just dance with the parrot — it's not that bad.