The trouble with political pygmies…

 

I wish it was the start of an expansive joke,

the dig in the ribs,

the head back laughing,

the sly smile from a circumspect, normally

vigilant lady caught off guard,

the barman and the best friend slapping

you on the back till your spine hurts

and becomes bruised by morning

but it is all worth it as the laughter

sees the room united in contempt

for the butt of the joke

and in solidarity

to the one who supplied the punch line.