I hate it, yet I love it

Poetic represention of my oxymoronic position on politics.

I hate politics yet I love it,

I loathe the drama, the whispered name - The one so obviously crying for fame.

"Who’s up? Who’s down?" the journalists cry,

While underfoot, the pavements crack and dry.

A Damascus road paved with polished lies,

Where odious men wear their new disguises.

They circle-jerk in a mirrored room,

While the rest of us wait in the rising gloom.

The psychodrama swells and grows,

And the courtiers drift where the power-wind blows.

All while the country staggers along,

Deaf to the notes of their idiotic song.

I hate politics, yet I love it - What a hell of an oxymoron.