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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Gangsta politicians, falling stars ... twinkling of an eye disappearing Leper lips halitosis blowing Got there gun clips and stacked deck poker chips ... Sin City bullets overflowing Body politic, staph tongue infection Still the voters ain’t getting sick and tired of the lies Coming from the mouth of frogs, whose sticky words attract a swarm of flies Gangsta politicians, falling stars ... Babel Tower wishing Twitchy finger hearts on the nuclear trigger Hope got a tarry start Poof! The next moment whole cities were disappearing Spotted skin suits, so profiteering from the mutated pain Rotten to the root, nether mind laws neglect the suffering You can scream up to the top tear of your lungs, but corporate desert adders can’t hear Dare to dream, poll take the right party plunge ... Now, does that pledge lessen the fear? Gangsta politicians demand sycophant loyalty Falling stars want your eyes bowed down before their flag Begging for a peace of crumb on your trembling knees Can’t you see, can not you read the tea leaves? Future past is on a thundercloud roll Terrifying prophecies have so long ago foretold how the end’s gonna be Gangsta politricians, Rublecon paws ... blood-licking Houdini toes, the next moment, without a cash trace disappearing Falling stars want you joined to their holster hips Taking a serpentine bullet ride to the bottomless pit
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