politicians
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I’m exhausted by the grief
And drained by this place
This place that once held promise
This world that once had values
Or perhaps it never did
The day that a politician berates the hypocrisy that plagues their flawed program is the day that politics becomes extinct.
In place of fanged teeth and outstretched claws,
When Christopher Columbus discovered the new land, he really thought it was oh-so-grand
Of course, now, if he could see what it's become, he'd smile proudly at a job well done
America the Great,
At least in theory.
America the Great,
Why are we so dreary?
America the Great,
Unemployment, welfare.
America the Great,
No politician could truly care.
In America, we are free
To do what we wish
Thus, with joy we cry
And oh how we pray
That freedom has not died
For if she dies we are lost
Oh revered statesman, what is the cost, sir
For all of your bombs, for all of your wars
Can we set aside money to afford
To provide a loving home to foster
To shield the innocent from their monster
FUCK POLITICIANS.
those consummate con-artists
Engaging one is like playing
to have sex with a serpent's tongue
Especially when cunning linguists
always win arguments.
Still, call your local publican
I feel it in your voice
I sense it in your stare
I taste it in your tears,
a battle fought for countless years
