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Game of Clones

Another puppet government, strings attached gone Proxy power given to the corrupt — a foreign gameplan played wrong The latest Queen gambit was an Old World maneuver, with a neo-Roman tale spin Place scepter power in a dummy hand; textbook Machiavellian, marionette Afghan Next to sit on the pyrite throne be the Taliban Pass the fools gold goblet unto the next Caligula tongue Watch them get drunk on the power of the grapes of wrath wrung The deposed rulers were told that Democracy was an alchemy elixir If poured ethnic nitro right But free market motives get blown to hell When the assimilation potion is given an unbalanced mixture sleight Taste American prohibition, drink deep that Liberty sour whiskey Repealed smuggler mission, promises made with a slurred speech Who will be the next in line, to sit on a shadow throne? Cut from a Pinocchio design, cast in the Game of Clones When their lying power is spent, and the subtil scepter is pawn passed on A mirror image pod replacement will speak in the same surreptitious tone 08-17-21

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Date: 8/18/2021 3:35:00 AM
You never beat round the bush, Freddie: for you black is black and white is white! The tragic Afghan saga has truly become one of shame. [...and I always thought that the captain was the last to abandon ship!!] Regards // paul
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Date: 8/17/2021 8:13:00 PM
Excellent insight Freddie. It is forbidden to kill; therefore all murderers are punished unless they kill in large numbers and to the sound of trumpets.--Voltaire
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Date: 8/17/2021 4:12:00 PM
You weave words together in just the right way. drink deep that Liberty sour whiskey…
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