Imagine a cabinet,
Where power words were,
Left at the soap box,
And territorial pissings,
Of politics were left to,
The tabloids,
Where monkeys slander with,
Their paper knives,
All the while the world,
Spins and changes by its nature,
Imagine a cabinet,
Where left, right, middle-man, obscure,
Remembered what they chose it for,
They felt that fire somewhere inside,
Telling them something needs to be done right,
And so imagine a cabinet,
Where they stuck to what they know,
And stopped snorting snow,
But got on with what's important,
Spreading the jam more evenly,
Giving people chances repeatedly,
We're only human after-all.
Rowan Blair Colver