It's hard to become someone you really want
To stay so much they do not say U done fraud,
A mimicry, a marionette of big man's thought,
To prance and crawl to lick, grimace and fawn,
Whenever they push button and pull the cord,
Ready on all your fours to get their favour's nod,
After a show of democracy of choice, pay and god.
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