Isn't it rather jolly
a bully ruling
the flocks through folly
isn't it rather sick
a liar making truth s(t) ick
the Gods of the earth
(inheriting dirt)
eating gold as desert
isn't it rather fine
the masses back in line
for the charade
of a charming fools Parade!
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