That Man Kelly

Forty-five minutes and we’re all done
Baked and frazzled like some currant bun.

That man Kelly, he’s to blame
His indiscretions a bloody shame.

He’s done it now, the suspected suicide
Nodding to the altar of another’s pride.

The political Magician, a-gleam with revelation
Certain in his piety as he dupes a doubting nation.




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