Being the Prime Minister

A109 Light Utility Helicopter flight with mayor Gisborne City from the air in November 2023.

A real groovy pension, but plenty of tension

You fly cheap for your life, don’t see much of the wife

You’re boss of the caucus, but it gets kind of raucous

You’ve got all sorts of wheezes, have to put up with greasers

You can be stabbed in the back, by a “friend” from the pack

You can be gone in a coup, while you’re out in the loo

You need a persona for media, be an encyclopaedia

Some people call you a dork, people claim lies when you talk.

Whatever actions you decide, there’ll be folks to deride.

No one is happy, many think you are crappy.

You have a balancing mission, with your group coalition

If you go with the flow, you’re a weak so and so.

If you talk really tough, you’re dictatorial and gruff

Your pay rate shows promise, but you’d do better in commerce

You must smile until it hurts, overseas, wear weird shirts

Play golf with top folk, be PC and woke

For your government, you’re keen, to be a well oiled machine

But you really feel crummy, when some MP is a dummy

Breaks the law, or gets sleazy, herding cats seems more easy

If your stay’s short or long, you could end up with a gong.

When all’s said and done, you can’t please everyone.

Chris, John, Helen or Rob, they all lined up for the job.

But what a mystery, I sigh, you’ve got to ask why????????

Ron Taylor