Poem: Diplomatic Transparency

A poem about the new Prime Minister wanting to be very clear.

I want to be very clear, said the
Prime Minister, behind a wall of
flung mud. I want to be very clear,

he said, though muffled, nervous,
and tired. I want to be very clear,
he said once again — but his face

was flushed, his toilet full and his
throat emptied; suddenly one thing
had been made very clear.