Nothing like a politicin

Arse, Arse

An enduring term to me
So when I call thee

I mean no insult, nor do I mean to hurt
It is just my way, to be so curt

You talk so long, but say so little
Why do you always, just diddle

Speak clearly, make your point, say your feelings
If you would just do as I ask, I would not hit the ceiling

Spit it out, even if you would shout

Why do you not say what you believe
instead you blow smoke and deceive

Why does it bother me so
It seems you should really know

An enduring term I shall use
My response to your boring muse