A fly on the wall
Oh, to be a fly on the wall inside the oval office
What a thing to here the silent rings of injustice
Just as they leave the mouths of the wicked
How bittersweet the taste the lingers on the tongues of politicians
Their cups are laced with Splenda-like corruption
And their venomous words will come out sweet
Oh, to be a fly on the wall of a leader's mind
To find nothing but obliviating mal deeds
And know the truth behind every lie that they speak...
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