Thought I’d have a little fun by writing an ode to Peter Dutton. The first letter of each line spells his name.
Pretends to care, but the truth’s in disguise,
Every word he utters are just hollow lies.
Twists the facts to suit his own tale,
Empathy absent, his policies pale.
Ruthless ambition cloaked in disdain,
Deals in division, to him it’s a game.
Unshaken by sorrow, unmoved by plight,
Tramples on hope with a smirk of delight.
Tenacity misused, a force for the few,
Opportunity squandered, his vision askew.
Never a leader, just a shadow that grew.
Original poem by Craig Hill
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