It's all for one
And one for all
For good or ill
All for a dollar bill.
All the pigs
Now at the trough
Snorting, grunting, pushing shoving
Determined to get their fill.
Some feign righteousness
Some feign compassion
If you vote their ticket
They promise to meet your need.
But for now they stand
Shoulder to shoulder
Arm and arm
Busy satiating their greed.
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