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So proper and prim in my Brooks Broithers suit.
( I loathe that Obama! I much prefer Newt.)
Decorum at all times, when in public view.
( Dwelling on feelings would render one blue.)
An Ivy League background, a young trophy wife,
(I prefer peace and quiet, an absence of strife.)
Success at all costs is the rock bottom line!
( We keep cutting jobs and I think that's fine.)
All things in their turn and each in their place,
( That Negro they hired. I don't like his face.)
We must turn a profit. The public be damned!
(How dare they label our whole business a scam!)
How America prospers must be left up to us!
( If the gas goes too high, there's always the bus.)
Let them get here like I did- work hard and save!
( I have no regrets- save my untrod upon grave.)

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