Count the pauses… count the ums.
Bankrupt sit county sums.

Budget, a fixture, no more than a talking point
Biased ramblers to appoint

Unintelligible doctrine to spout
Fear mongering to tout

Advertisements pair worth to a nine-year absence
And speak of self-mirroring balance

Public workers left without voice
And an inability to promote their choice

A fountainhead meaning proved invalid
Still chattered on about for the sake of the ballot

A demonic man with cat on lap
Spewing forth a **** load of crap

Chosen stance, in promotion of defense
Bankrupting the nation in a swindlers fence

Bound in decision to a blurred spectrum
Loyally stuck brown-nosing a corrupted ******.