Political Animals
They nap and yawn in their dens
They clop around their turf doing nothing
They roar where there is no real danger
They throw dirt at everyone
They hibernate to their holes during storms
The pop out unscathed to be saviours
They prey on the weak, topping the food chain
Strangling others to make personal gains
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