A poem today – inspired by our glorious and great leaders in the commons:

 

We are already there.

By Garry Abbott

 

An 11% pay rise? Well, that’s a surprise.

There’s no flies on you, is there?

It’s out of our control! Unlike the hole

You’ve dug for us, the ground’s just opened

and swallowed you poor people up.

Better luck next time,

but that’s the music of the land;

you must play to the tune of seventy grand.

 

And then the reasons fly:

Come on now, be fair!

We’re not all millionaires! (just most of us)

How are we supposed to act  without temptation,

and represent the peoples of this

Pay-freeze nation –

If we’re not riding higher than inflation

and able to ignore the draw of corporations

who want to line our pockets in compensation

For our ears, our laws, our resignations?

Come on now, be fair.

 

We should expect nothing less.

‘Cos nothing less is what we get.

 

And yet, I might suggest,

That you’re competing with the wrong people

If thrice the national average

already can’t attract,

those who would act

with genuine authority

over those who seek to undermine –

not just some weak backbencher –

but basically our sovereignty,

then we have it wrong

and no amount of zero’s, will ever compare,

or repair, this sorry state of affairs.

 

And I lament that it seems,

we’re already there.

 

We are already there.