And the people will vote for the prez
will not listen to what their god says.
Will they get what they need
will there be a stampede
to the musical Porgy and Bez?
There is always the matter of lies
let them eat their strange cakes and their pies,
but the masters will win
with dijon on their chin
and the whole of an egg on their ties.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem