While you are grappling
with your chicken feed
The tycoons are fuming
with your Congress funds
While you are struggling
with your awful drib-drabs
The magnates are growing
Off the tumults and tariffs
While you are sorrowing
about your perplexing stands
The moguls are milking
with you holding bowls
While you're busy applauding
with mouths open to flies
The barons are looking defiant
with minds full of smiles
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