Poem: Hubris

A poem about political hubris. In general. But I say to you this one also strongly resembles Chris Luxon and his latest bungle of lies.

I can’t quite recall
because I have no recollection
but let me just say

that if I did recall it would be
the best recall — smarter
and better than the last lot.

Which, you’d have to agree, is what matters.
I stand before you today
due to strong ergonomic management,

getting this country right back on track
for as long as I can remember.
Which is a lot, and the best, and greatest

apart from that one new allegation
of fraud and ill-remembered process
but that’s really just so small

that I can’t even be bothered to recall.
It’s beneath me really. Like my feet
and my gumption, and my morality.