Why should I write a love letter to a cold world
Which concocted my birth despite my contrary will
In circumstances seldom explained, seldom heard
No, I reject insects of this poisoned chalice deal.
Why should I write an apology with flattery imagery to a sick society
That's turned its back on the poor and tortured an alleged witch
Famished babies, lavished mansions and furnished limousines in a vintage variety
To garnish the gluttonous appetite of the rich.
Why should I write a euphoric eulogy for a tyrant
Who raped a concealed constitution to convolute nine ludicrous political lives
Spirit zillions of dollars and decant
Babies' bread into faulty Swiss bank vaults alongside a coterie of whimsical wives.
Why should I write to reconcile with a demagogue
Who feels the whole world is his oyster
Where he can't tweet free trivia, rant risible tripe and twist dialog
Into a rank prank to bamboozle and bludgeon a falling star.
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