Squat neck; plucking pimpled, wash-day grey,
Saline beads on pock'd beak,
Repellent to civil sensibilities,
The odious stench of putrid falsities.
The vampiric thirst for wrecking lives
On the storm swept rocks of your gluttony,
Flaccid carcass of morbid pallor
Unknown to sunlit skies;
Perishing in the Machiavellian ministries, withered limbed,
Thriving cankers on a gouty hide.
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