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Woke up jumped off the couch and
put on a mask
Used in order to survive another average day
Sat on the stairs lit up and smoked
enough to blow a mind and descend
into a heady hazy trance

Oh boy John said to Paul

I just watching the news today

Witnessed both a declaration and a 
timely reminder to the everyman
To in no uncertain terms know thy station
know thy place

Within the unwritten small print of the law
Opening Gambit Pincer movement 
King Trump's pawn
Check mate

The rich will never see the inside of a court
Otherwise what is the point of being powerful
and wealthy
If it can not pervert the rule of law
The judge and jury have long already
been picked and bought

Why call him Andy
Why not Scott
At very least that rhymes with free

And at a mere cost of 12 Million pieces of
slippery mercury worthless currency
Adorned with his sad tragic mother's face
and royal family crest all across

Matter's not of that I am sure to him he
obviously has a lot and won't go or be left
without

It's no more than tangible proof of yet
another breach of public trust
I only rather wish it was not just another
mistaken reported case of fake news
than simply just another example of

A day in the life

Of the opposing lives of what both
the rich and everyman have to deal with

And the glaringly senseless point of counting
potholes whatsoever however small or
insignificant they appear in the 
1st place

If there is absolutely never any desire
or intention of ever actually trying to fix 
or repairing them at all

Or is that in actual fact indeed the
case and point being mistakenly overlooked

Far more joy and fun is to be garnished
from rubbing people's noses in and seeing
the look upon disheartened faces

When the final edict and not guilty
verdict is read out in astonishment

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