Where there's gold,
and not a memory of their last undiluted malcontent,
and a new party full of 'em,
and wisdom that nothing dilutes mal like a party,
there'll be spoil-sports
who can well see party charm taking effect already
at the inauguration feast,
and will be ejected sooner or later
for calling the feast-holder,
the new party president,
a traitor.
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