By their private benefits, in the last general election
The president and the chief nominator of the party
By their silly confidence, they spoiled the election,
And crushingly defeated and again been a minority.
On hearing he sold the crypto-currencies
Supreme courts sometime sell the stocks
Unscrupulous people in the courts, the recurrencies,
Removing the ladders. For their sons, they made the blocks
For their vested rights, erect the claws
For catching the government and the people in congress,
They try to enact the special laws
Every day, to grasp the progress.
Fourth classed the policy they each other, are biting.
For their gloriousness, the political harlots curse
And for their benefit they gladly become a Quisling.
They drive and the nation's aboard the hearse.
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