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Dirty Politics
The lines have been drawn The battle commenced Each voter a pawn Each party seems tensed. They’ve argued the topics All blurred the same lines We muse on our prophets Determine our swines. Does one vote for their country? Or just seek our own gain Chasing lollies quite bluntly Causing decades of drain. You know no sweeties from strangers Could ever end well But in spite of the dangers You’re tempted to kiss and not tell. You’ve tried to do study Policies, farming, and crime Snatched beliefs from some buddies Hell research on Facebook saves time. Days to polling have dwindled There’s claims of rich serving up poo Yet when the economy’s swindled Shucks, we’d work for a tranny named Sue. Oh how the experts do surface Daily their ranks seem to swell Poems and posing’s are posted It’s social media hell. There’s calls for compassion Never an end to the queue Yet when they dole out the rations It’s from my plate to you. So we each vote for our promise Mine? Well it really means well To be frank and quite honest I hope the reds go to hell.
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