MR. SNOOTY

MR. SNOOTY

Here comes Mr. snooty
the corpulent snob
who lives in every rung of the societal ladder -
in the crescent moon, the crucifix and our homes
he is decorated with medals of false grandeur
and pips of countless mischief.

Here comes Mr. snooty
in his gaudy flowing local paraphernalia,
fluttering loudly in the wind
like the wings from the camp of bats.

Here comes Mr. snooty
they say,
'he came from the bottom of the earth'
they say,
'only yesterday'
he was just another homeless,
in the company of other homeless bandits in the ghetto.

Here comes Mr. snooty
in a world like in a dream
he emerges as the head of his tribesmen.

Here comes Mr. snooty
the master of the uncouth in the land
the godfather of crooks
dispossessing ordinary people of the fruit of their sweat
by his far-reaching policies
eating deep into our national greenery like a caterpillar
every penny in sight in the glass houses.

Here comes Mr. snooty
'he is snottiest of them all' the newsman tells
the epitome of His holiness
no one would dare call him by the name of his fathers
only now -
Your Excellency, Honourable, Distinguished...

Here comes Mr. snooty
a poor greedy little vermin he is,
in the company of his hungry army of snotties,
flying party emblem
in the colours of another four years of travail in the land.

Here comes Mr. snooty
who wears the face of wellness
while his heart is stricken with an incurable parasite called corruption.