P - President
Propped open, perched up
Placed in place on your pedestal
Pondering if your position on top is permanent, your premeditated perverse becomes paranoia
Protracting your path of prideful propulsion while we pause, preoccupied by the propaganda polluting our vision
To the public your punctual, full of purpose
Pitiful, people cannot perceive the true purpose in your perception
This prison you have placed us in painted as a palace, a paradise for the pensive person
Persistent on pushing politics with a personal preference and no proof of positive effects
A private and profound plan to purge a percentage of the populace
And you are just a piece to the puzzle
Purely a puppet
To ponder is a principal of the people not yet punishable
The paralyzed population still has pupils, piercing through your puny pompous perspective you call protection
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