Political Cads,
Think they're pure power,
Cool, progressive cats
That want to run
Your Present
And your Future
Plus decide your fate
Thru their lies,
They think are,
Ironclad,
What a disgrace!
Oh yes, run this Country
Right into the ground,
They are not about
Good future or Country,
Patriotism, does not count,
Liberty, Rights and Honesty,
Do not figure into their
Crooked account,
Those don't give
The juicy returns
On which they count.
They're like brawling,
Rats and drunkards
Just hungry for power,
And as so many dictators
Past and Present
They're pet project is
To construct,
Tyranny's Tower.
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