An axe to grind
If you don’t have an axe to grind
Does it help you see the wood for the trees?
So when those birds of a feather flock together
To deny their beaks were in the trough
You know every thing in the garden isn’t rosy
So you call a spade a spade.Those that feather their beds often flock together
They are enraged to be called spades
You really have dug up a can of worms in the garden.
Remember you don’t have an axe for self defence.
(see line one)
Would you have been better off sitting on the fence?
And keeping your beak out?.
Inspiration
Why?
A mish mash of everyday phrases set off by thinking about politicians.
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