</>I shall be the noble servant
Who proudly bears forth a shining serpent
And trust of all I shall gain
Never to be placed in disdain
As I rectify your fortunes cold
And shimmer as I take all your gold
The role of government I shall fake
And through your heart shall I drive a stake
And I alone will solve problems smart
as I lift my leg and produce a fart.
Alma F. Martin
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