A poem for you, Prime Minister

I saw you on the TV today
swimming behind that shiny screen.
Your seeing-eye looked sad
and your mouth did that funny thing
that no one mentions.
That sagging pause
between the words,
which enters your face
as an afterthought.

They gave you a hard time
in that there telly-box.
No one wanted to know
how you were
or how your weekend had been.
The guy to your left answered
more questions than you.
He looked smarter too
and like he'd had more sleep.

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