Sloppy Joe

This poem was a result of five minutes of frustration, listening to Hockey frothing at the mouth, at one of his many doorstops and saying absolutely nothing.

Sloppy Joe, says it all really.


Cocky Hockey, or sloppy Joe

Call him what you like

The man talks only lies and spin

And should be told, get on your bike


His economic creds are shot

The man’s a total knob

And rubbish is the only thing

That dribbles from his gob


To give him keys to treasury

Would be a huge mistake

Cos like his leader? Abbott

He’s a… monumental… FAKE



About Truth Seeker

Musician singer/songwriter, guitar teacher.
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