Living in Wellhung Green, which has been a safe Monster Raving Loony Party seat for years, and where, on account of this, voting is a futile activity, I tend to lose interest in politics, particularly if every satirical piece, poetical or otherwise always says the same thing (i.e. Thatcher is crazy, Kinnock is a clown, Major is an incompetent, etc.). This is probably a good thing, as I don’t really want to take any interest. In other words, I cannot be bothered to comment on this poem (CH).