Madam President Poem by Jonathan Tafreg
Madam President
I am no man of politics,
I am a man of arts,
And I'm a citizen,
Of this great land of ours.
No meat so why the toothpicks?
Though I feed on hearts,
But not a citizen,
Who sleeps on bed of flowers.
I may know what you're going through,
But you're not alone,
For as a citizen,
My loyalty is with you ma'am.
There's a mole in your crew,
You need to disown,
I'm just a citizen,
Who happened to hate that scum.
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