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Farce

A man who is Afraid of his own words, In his eyes, nothing but The timidity of a rat; Without guards and Bulletproof motorcades, A wasteful wife; He would pee in his pants: Crazy he cowered us with violence, Wasted our lives; Finger on cheek, Like a thoughtful statesman, What a farce!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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