A party of politicians

I think they’ve all been interbred,
the living dead
fed on the drippings from
a million pork scratchings
turned into swine.
I think about it all the time.

The gene pool they’ve never dipped in,
never stripped off on a whim
for a swim,
how can we trust them,
they are brothers to more men
than we can imagine.

I can imagine a lot but
not that.

© 2015, John Smallshaw.