It's really a bad day today,
To wake
and find that they
Have gone greedy
and stealing
Robbing the people of a living.
So
me thinks
this land
stinks
of these rotten misfits
masquerading
in Moses' seats,
defiling and
milking us red
Till we lie in earthen bed
Quiet, still and stone dead.
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