Far and away from the talons of greed
Their conscienceless faces remain
The green back-the root of their evil
Their wickedness-a most profane bane!
Meanwhile, i am all comfey and cozy
Extra-extra secure in my nest of egg
Observing with the quiet stealth of an Eagle
The not so: : 'Secret*' actions of the cabals legs;
Legal superiority HAS become my best friend
Protection of Fort Knox-my keen strong hold
Laying a snare many a resouceful genius would miss
Awaiting the Spring with my sharp slice of COLD!
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