Lies for sale
Spent time for hours
Watching bunch of liars
Blaming each other.
Each claimed purity, innocence
Is being robbed, taken, stolen
Misplaced, by other gangsters.
Hey, common let me off
The hook, bait, of bluff.
Better be far away from you, free
In school of the fish that swim;
Out of touch and games of politics.
All of you are the same
In actions and judgements;
Politics is a knife to conscious.
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