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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The fat director in his piggy mien Sitting in opulent oval office, Wearing costly French suit A delicate silk bow tie, While the buttons are straining to keep The belly from bursting out, In performing callisthenic of the bulge. Telephone rag, he lifted two of several Dropped and picked with Havana stuck to his pout And spoke rapidly with cheek dancing: I want them in my piggy bank I want the whole, as my piggy position is concern, I will take seventy five per cent of the piggy taken Forget about them, Leave the piggy bubble project uncompleted I will meet you for a brunch, Masses rendered impotent, swallowed and wolves down By the pig and his henchmen Raining down hardship and flooded hopelessness, Wiping up suffering and slashing death, They fed and sold selfishness And leave many to immeasurable loses, To wash and watch shame Inside the sewage of the rich Presenting dramatic performance of bone to bone, And starring, the ultimate Warrior Kwashiokor For nouveau rich spectators applause, Waifs and beggars begged and flogged more Expectation refused to manifest in globe Yet those who have expanded chests came out To yell protestation but, castrated in their ranks. The robbed queued in supplication to Almighty Ears from the nooks of the ghettoes From the air every blessed hour, Wailing mulimukun sobbed Allah That of rabbi baritone Jehovah Rapha Enough! Prostration to lead infinite frustration And threw hands up, And supported the jaws with fragile limbs waiting Aluta continua! Drummed the repressed voices, With boundless bundle of fists thrown up To face the militant ants with all laser weapon Punctured, battered and marched down Until the rout were silent; Real war is not wage on the battlefield But on a space minute than head of a pin, World is just a rounder Which urchins kick about in the streets, The rule and regulation, don’t bother Whether pricked by volley Or pretended thorns hidden all around When permitting dribbling, We are fools to the brim.
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