the big con
The Con
There is a whisper in the town's square
It is him, yes, it is him
They looked at the youngish man and asked
Are you him?
Yes, he said, I'm here to save you from liberalism
make a sharp right turn, pay less taxes
Social security is not needed in a modern state
Everyone looks after themselves
A genie was born
Banks lent him money and saw to it that he could
not fail even when his view of finance was banal
He is a thundering success, richer than smaller states
People are questioning him about the meaning
of life, and he has a meaning for everything
Some people are suspicious, ask if this is
the world's biggest scam? Only time will tell
In the meantime, something has to break
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