How much political muscle,
Corrupted applied and hustled...
Be kept pressured upon the people.
Already mugged and forced to be addicted,
On getting a quick dose of deception.
As if mesmerized by the hypocrisy of it.
Fixed.
Awaiting more of it to be duped.
Awaiting impatiently.
To be hoodwinked and tricked.
Feeding the need pleading for this.
Yet slow to admit,
Not getting enough of that 'funky' stuff!
Hustled up by those flexing their corruption.
And the effectiveness of its dysfunction.
Diagnosed close to becoming an epidemic.
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