"tis Smoke, My Bloke"
As the mind of humanity’s flesh
Simply wants all of the world’s cash
As bills smell in congress they pass
Laws resembling methane gas
Poof, aloof, savings gone in a flash
Of cash stash, my soul is free at last
Our retirement savings of cash stashes
Like bad memories as congress passes
Their bills smelling like methane gases
Like moles complain of smelling mo__ lasses
As the politics of fresh air clashes
`Tis smoke, my bloke; use miracle glasses
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