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Dance Of The Sugar Plum Elite

The entire World is Crispy Crème
So many desperate serfs need our vaccine
GMO's are planted within your mind
Make you sick and make you blind
We need to control every single seed
To insure you won't grow an evil weed
Aspartame and sucralose will drive you mad
But that's ok; SSRI's will take you all to Glad
Except for the occasional ideation of a leap to nowhere
You never go where; we don't want you to go there

We have the Corporate News to make it go away
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Saturday, March 19, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: politics
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