In the seat of power, at home you have little,
For Obama, it's Congress which plays the fiddle.
For Cameron, it's backbenchers laughing at his drivel,
The Eurosceptic morons who'll leave us in a piddle.
Yet on the international scene, these powerless chumps glean
Some megalomaniacal willingness
To interject in atrocities, and violent scenes,
But only for the giddy use of the blunderbus.
Far and wide, high and deep, in half the world, the world's asleep.
And dozing, dozing, counting sheep,
While Putin's Pussy Riot gets deep,
And jail awaits for those who seek
just love with whoever they choose to keep.
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