Sports is a religion
I am family ordained
Music, art and poetry
Is an addiction
I have my particular tastes
Political leanings
I hold no affiliation
Due to the lack of decency
The loss of trust
All those parasites exist
To feather their own nests
Red, blue, yellow or green
Whatever flower, sachet
Badge or crest they raise
I don't trust a single one
Or view some as weak inept
Unable to make an impact
And so it continues
The little carousel
The elite parties play the game
Keeping the masses apart
Lining their own pockets
So ask me now while despondent
Why I hold no affiliation
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