Lord Bugg

Squirreling away

For another day

Politic squirrels

Back and forth quarrel

No eyes for skid row

No guise for skit rolls

No more for morals

Instead hit more lows

Politic puzzles

The public’s puzzled

Homesteading instead

Of weekends in bed

Instead of mall dates

Country’s hour’s late

Freedom is falling

the culling’s calling

Midnight’s bell tolls tell

An empire soon felled