Republicrats/ demicons it's all the same
they are so far gone playing their rotten game
The soup they offer contains big turds,
never removed, just sugar added
all hollow words we're beaten and batted
Talked into turdsoup with added spicy or sweet
encouraged to eat up and smile not weep
A game for the rich and screw all of us lowlives,
protect your wallet, daughters, boys and wives
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