Their rich cloak smells wealth
An aroma fuelled by our governments’ money
With no regards for the masses health
But at the hint of a headache, they are in Germany.
I put them in office
These sweet-mouthed reptiles
Their treachery didn’t suffice
Till they possessed governments files.
Someday, they’ll be gone
And I’ll still be here
Still looking on
Their offices will still be here.
Waiting for its next occupant
Another treasure looter
With the intent of digging into governments pants
I’ll be here, with my pen, I’m a sharp shooter.
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