A Politician’s Thirst For Power

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Members of the British Parliament  are currently throwing their hats into the ring in the hope of becoming the next Tory leader and prime minister. The earlier number of 13 hopeful candidates has now been reduced to eleven.  Perhaps there are more to come, or maybe others will think again and withdraw their names from the list.  The Conservative electorate awaits  .  .  .

 

Give me hope and lend me foresight,
I must not wait till it’s too late
Perhaps I might
Join the fight,
Grasp at chance and seal my fate

Please, tell me to refrain from trying, 
Tell me now to stop and think. 
Am I helping, 
Ego-crying, 
Will I take things to the brink? 

Is it time to reconsider, 
Time to stop, not interfere? 
Time to ponder, 
Time to wonder, 
Will my offer cost me dear? 

My party needs me like a headache, 
Yet another cross to bear. 
I’m a chancer, 
Fate enhancer. 
Should I do it, should I dare?

Better not, time’s not quite right, 
. . . To be or not to be?
Don’t take a bet, 
My time’s not yet . . . 
Wait a year or two and see.