an appeal for some (regional) sanity

O Morons, are you great and wise ?
I fear you cannot see the prize
That seemingly appears before your eyes
Because you mix untruths and lies

And must you wave your stick about ?
You have no voice, no point, no clout
You should ready yourself for the rout
When ‘no’ is heard as one big shout

But have we thought about ‘what next’ ?
It’s all confusing, somewhat vexed
There are no guidelines or ancient text
To break the spells by which we’re hexed

Perhaps events should give us cause
To stop and think, a moment’s pause
Better this than show our claws
And beat each other with ancient laws.


About TI

TI is based in Auckland, New Zealand. TI's somewhat eclectic interests include (but are certainly not limited to) legal humour (the law can be funny), good wine, the search for the best possible chocolate, alcoholic beverages, travel, commercial aircraft, photography, weird news stories and classical music.
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