he will cry missing his penalty

Na Heep tastes the crown
In his mind he already smells its aroma
Dreaming about it
He tells others his needs

24 months ahead
He thinks he gets it
He has to think in December
What will happen in the party election?

Dreaming is good exercise
Don’t get into the head it is advice
For it will not happen
For politics is bending rules
On the leaders who know the game

Na Heep and his gang
The coalition partners in tow
Think about September
Maybe the Titanic will crumble
Into pieces floating in the sea

Deflection covering fear
Of power collapses in the distance
For glory will not last
It has to change…………

Na Heep chalks up his way
Bragging about it I am sure he did
The crown isn’t there as yet………..
He dreams and smells its aroma
He won’t score
He will cry missing his penalty

The crushing blow will come
When the whistle blows for the game
In it Na Heep will know…………….
He has no players; he is so alone