The Bar lowers it's barPeriodically for selectionsOf old and new facesIn what passes of as 'elections'.Everything is nicely fixedSome second others proposeThey scratch each other's backsNo one dares to object or oppose.Presidents are usually seniorsWho won't ruffle a featherThey will bat for the BarBut only in fair weather.Vice-presidents are neitherHere… nor quite thereWith hardly a role to playNot much in public glare.The secretary is the CEOAssociation's visible faceTherefore hot contests ensueTo win this crucial race.Then there is a committeeToo unwieldy and bigNot ready to do any workAlways ready for bash or swig.Here too like elsewhereMale dominance is a givenWe thank our lucky starsThere's reservation for women.With milords the winnersWill get to sit and hob-nobHoping at least for a gownIf not for milord's job!
