Eclipse of the Politician
Don't take it as song; what the media cackles.
They're just bullhorn harlots for politicians.
Who'd sell your marrow to the lowest bidder-
They lust for our division to maintain power.
For a people united is poison to them
(a cross in the face of a vampire).
Citizens united would mean term limits.
No more heavenly wage increases...
Their necks would be short leashed.
Insider trading would all but cease....
But only in a good citizen's dream.
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