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!
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