I hold you in contempt, Sir

I hold you in contempt, Sir
You are a blethering infestation
Of pungent distaste
A deluded politician

You claim to be an egotist
Yet you frequented that slime
Of a putrid sewer called Parliament
Where vagrants waste their time

Devising conspiracies and
Degenerating arguments instead
Of high and free thought,
Which is beyond the tenets

Of the interlocutors imaginings.
How con you ruin a country
In this manner? When
The population curtly

Rejected what you imagined
That you stood for