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Mar 2016
Little tin(y) gods
At the podiums stand
Ever so great and
Ever so grand

They make appeals
"A clean sweep"
They make promises
They won't keep

We sing their praises
With laurels crowned
They love on U.S.
Then sleep around

Political coinage
Political gain
They have banked
Upon their fame

The dark triad
Check the list
They're psychopathic
Megalomaniacal
Narcissists!

How'd they get
To be on top?
The pendulum swing
Has got to STOP!

Some voters sigh
Some voters slump
Some voters are
Just plain chumps!

Buy the lies
Don't find it odd
You're a fool
For little tin(y) gods


SoulSurvivor
(C) 3/17/2016
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