The Country's, Runners
Are no, Funners
Nor problem, Solvers
Found,
Each day bad things
Get worse!
It seems ambition
And bad positions
Are now, the Country's
First preoccupation,
Excuse me, please
But what a way to run
A nation! ! !
With not even logic
For consolation...
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It appears that The Peter Principle is in full bloom, my good friend! Hopefully, these fools will realize that it had meant to be a satire. Go figure!