Wondering about some human ants
Having profile neurosis in their pants
The one killing his own people every day
The other with mass arrests to social decay
The third eliminating freedom of press
And they all need narcissistic success
A psychiatrist would have a lot of fun
By observing the exploding sun
Within the soul of those poor boys
Playing with their human toys
Unleashed to a world of humanity
That's the main unfortunately pity
And those who are normal
Need to be politic and formal
To prevent more disaster
And be the diplomatic master
You never know those insane brains
What they like to obtain and gain.
W-ith P-ower R-ude E-nergy B-eyond A-pprehension
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