As a nursing tot to government I gave little thought, expecting everything to be given.
A monarchist, I trod unshod theocracy in a God and a queenly mother in heaven
Until I saw unfairness in the king's law, then democracy became the winner
Till I noticed, with eyes focused, that it was two wolves and a sheep voting on what's for dinner
With age I developed rage of taxes taking what I had, becoming a republican fascist
I grew liberal wanting to throw the poor a bone, sharing what I did not own, I a spiritual communist
Growing a beard, the regime I feared, I proclaimed myself a governmental anarchist
Growing wiser I renounced all, and in my disbelieving fall turned a political atheist
Now a social surgeon, I see people as a cancer and the answer, total eradication not treatment
We perform a self operation of extermination under the auspice of technological achievement
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