Will he, won’t he. Two weeks.
Release tax returns. Two weeks.
A new health plan. Two weeks.
Mass deportations. Two weeks.
Infrastructure Plan. Two weeks.
Open the Straits. Two weeks.
Middle East plan. Two weeks.
A week is a long time in politics,
Two weeks, an eternity.
Say what you mean, mean what you say.
Hiding behind fourteen false days
Exposes your bluster, your guile and your lies
Killing sound judgement as truth slowly dies.
Enough of this bollocks, honour your nation,
Stand and be counted, drop obfuscation.
Drop all the bullshit and find a new way
Of talking to peeps in a way that just might
Rid us for ever of Mister Fortnight.
