Through the Looking Glass
While Tweedledum and Tweedledee are battering each other
With hot-air filled balloons upon a stick;
And the custard pies are flying, full of “yah-boos” and “you’re lying”,
And the insults and the dirt are flying thick;
While the P.R. men are quickening their search for all the sickening
Detritus on their adversary’s past;
And the nonsense and the phoney personality baloney
Is everywhere accelerating fast;
Could we ask them for a second if the either one has reckoned
That there aren’t too many speeches left to go;
And we’d like a short-cessation of retorts and aggravation
While we focus on the issues and the things we need to know.
That’s enough of tittle-tattle ! Stop the bawling and the rattle,
And tell us like a Statesman where you think we ought to go !
( from ‘The Making of a President’)