Your twisted mind machinates in absurd plots
Idiosyncratic talents more related to knots
Ever scheming in intriguingly false passes
Idiotic persuasive arguments to quell the masses
Your disguise as an urbane sophist is crude
Fallacious argumentative rhetoric is rude
Deceiving personality traits disguised as a prude
Make me want to regurgitate my food
Politically correct conversational tripe
Continually involved in publicized hype
Plotting to incite, I know the type
Flaccid leadership causing others to snipe
Useless persona non grata of an effete aristocracy
Continually working to dispose of our democracy
I can’t be associated with the hypocrisy
I’d rather be cradled in a divine theocracy
Depart, quit, and remove yourselves from here
When politicians begin to disappear
The Machiavellian schemers will start to fear
That the time has come, to put them in their bier
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