Politicians are like dolphins. The politician thrives
on the oxygen of publicity, rising to the surface again
and again for more career-boosting gas.
The sad (for him) ending: he grows old his energy wanes
and he gasps at the atmospheric vapours, crowded out
by young, supercilious pretenders. He gets beached on
the black sands of his own murky history. He flaps and
he groans PR speak. The overexposure and heat desiccate
his thin sensitive skin as he eyes the salivating media
circling overhead. Let carrion feast commence!
The happy (for him) ending: he makes a career out
of shagging nightclub hostesses (while his long suffering
wife "stands by him") and lives happily ever after.