There's more to this election, than patching up your road.
There's more involved in politics than where you park your car.
But manifesto speak, has to follow certain lines.
The tarmac and the bobby, the children and bizarre.

Newsletters only appear a week before they need our vote.
The doorstep answers that they give you are all preconceived.
They implore you to closely peruse the extremely well packed,
But strangely uninformative pamphlet you've just received.

Apparently everything in life will come up smelling of roses.
Just put your full support behind the party, because they're new.
But I think that their use of roses is a fragrant electoral abuse.
Today's issues are still as thorny as they were for those in blue.

Should we sell off all our assets, rent them back again?
Should we ban the cars from streets, play football there instead?
Should we licence public bars, sunrise to three AM?
Should we compost all our rubbish, or burn it in our shed?

Politics is all about the few that have the energy to stand,
Speaking to the few that care, or can express their views.
The policies of the major parties are indistinguishable,
Radical ones maintain their unelectable stands on issues.

The party faithful have mounted a last ditch attempt to grab you.
Never mind that the rules do not allow them to canvas on the day.
But I've made up my own mind, weighed it up, and formed a view.
Voted for the same lot as last year, and next year come what may!

We have elective dysfunction, the people will not vote.
We have apathy in action, where no party really wins.
And now we have a president, where only his view counts.
The voting cards are waiting, don't hide them in your bins!