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I cannot stop laughing at the soldier acting
I cannot stop laughing at the soldier gasping
Every time I turned around he is looking on the ground
Hiding under the communist cap with the features of a pussycat
If war should break out now they would stretch him on the ground
He is far away from reality and he looked like a coward floating in the clouds
It all started on my balcony in the congested municipality
Yesterday a strange feeling came over me and I felt very unhappy
I was feeling a little down because of the BS that was happening around 
I turned on the internet news but when I listened to the interviews 
It left me more confused
The entire network was talking about this fellow who was standing by to take power
My spirit grew cross and I began to speak my thoughts 
He could not distinguish fiction from reality he was yearning for a defeated victory  
I can’t stand this guy my heart groans with a loud cry
I began to weep inside because I became tired of this foolish guy
I wanted something solid to hold on to but the man with the beard made me feel weird
He is not a rock star, a storyteller or an authentic performer 
He looked  more like a hurry come up clown wearing a deceptive gown
They created him to amuse the crowd and create disorder in the town
I could not hide my feeling because nothing was amusing
So I grabbed the bucket and started to do some cleaning
I washed the three balconies and the main entrance to get complete clearance
I cleaned out the refrigerator, melt the frozen ice and giggled at the fool’s paradise
I felt a little better singing, dancing and ranting to ease the heavy burden
Something strange happened and clears this horrible feelings
Today everything started off right and I could see everything in hindsight
Nothing amusing and nothing was confusing, everything feels right
The sounds of the bellowing soldiers over yonder
Shouting left, right and screaming at the top of their voices haunted me for a while
The freshmen doing their military drills spread out all over the campus
Nowhere to walk, nowhere to park 
Everywhere they hang out in groups in their military troop
I can hear them in my sleep beating the same drum beat
and shouting left, right, arise the mascots are alive
I grabbed my bike and head towards the west gate 
But the road was partially blocked with the soldiers on the track
Girls and boys sitting on the ground with lean faces, 
Whose awful frown spills on the ground  crying out for mercy in a silent tone
They have left their parents home for the first time without a dime
Disappointed faces stared at me as if they wanted to hold me closely
I stopped and had a small chat with them, and just   simple “Hi” made everyone “cried”
Everyone became interested and burst out laughing, I was just in time to save the awful bleating
I asked, the troop if the soldier was a good leader and everyone shouted at the top of their voices
“No! He is stupid!”
I asked the same question in another way and they shouted louder than before
“He is stupid!”
This confirmed what I said on the balcony yesterday 
You see everyone is feeling the same way, the polls are conniving and  deceiving 
The methods of generating polls must be carefully reviewed 
The soldier is a blasted fool
I do not know why I rode that way I had nothing to say but the Holy Spirit wanted it that way
I was not alone moaning about the stupid soldier masquerading up and down
The troop squatted on the ground in their blue over all and green army suits
Two different groups marching in their youth, they were desperate for good words to go back in doors
Their bulging eyes smiled curiously at me and penetrating me
But the stupid soldier was gallivanting through the town with unrealistic ideas in his mind
I talked with the troop for a while and they were not shy; their faces lit up
And for that brief moment I felt an intense energy running through me
And I knew that I had the victory
They shamed the soldier and keep repeating stupid soldier over and over again
He was as weak as a bat and there was no doubt about that
A big mouth to shout and that is what cowards are all about
He stood in front of troop looking very tardy
He didn’t know what to say he lead the entire troops astray
Suddenly a group came from another end saying the same things
“He is a stupid soldier” and a real old man
He looked embarrassed and drew back into his shell
An I rode down the street with a victory under my feet
I could finally relax because the soldier’s ambitions fell flat
I could hear the drum beat and witnesses standing on their 
Shouting defeat !defeat!, someone turned up the heat 
The stupid soldier just lost his bloody seat.
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