My Poetry. Political dismay.

 He did this
 She did that
 He is a liar
 She is a twat.
 He stole her thunder
 She couldn’t care less
 Its his fault we are in this
 She caused the mess.
 Don’t vote for them
 But please vote for us
 We don’t have any transport
 But They have a bus!.
 He goes to your door
 She goes on the tv
 Is anyone bothered
 Or is it just me?
 He said on Twitter
 She told a lie
 All this pa- lava
 Is by the by
 He wants to win
 She is in the door
 What is the point of all this
 Do we know what we are voting for?
 He wants Brexit
 She wants to remain
 He started a war
 She stood in the rain.
 One wants independence
 The other could care less
 All this political trauma
 Causing all this stress.
 At the end of the day
 Who will truly win?
 Certainly not the working class
 Who end up in the bin.
 So when it comes to polling day
 When you make that inked cross
 Who really gives a damn
 Who gives a toss?