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Lift up your eyes and see You are correct to deeply fear. Worse than all history It’s gonna be a bad year. The GOP has changed DC, Now it stands for Demented Congressmen. Federal Secretaries can barely spell! It will take decades to fix this again. Hide in your house and pray Ignoring all the threatening signs. Pay no attention to the news, Everything will turn out just fine. Who needs their civil rights? Just pay your taxes and be quiet. No one in Washington Hears your opinion, they don’t buy it. The whole show is bribes, so If you’re a multi billionaire And pay the right people, Some one in Congress will care. Remember the actual rules, The important thing in politics Is stay in office for life Even if they have to use tricks. Being a statesman today Doesn’t mean a thing any more Because the voters Don’t really care to keep score. They raise lots of handy cash And buy the most successful publicist Then they have the people Crushed in their grubby little fists.
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Jan 28, 2017
Jan 28, 2017 at 5:54 PM UTC
POLITICS 2017
Lift up your eyes and see You are correct to deeply fear. Worse than all history It’s gonna be a bad year. The GOP has changed DC, Now it stands for Demented Congressmen. Federal Secretaries can barely spell! It will take decades to fix this again. Hide in your house and pray Ignoring all the threatening signs. Pay no attention to the news, Everything will turn out just fine. Who needs their civil rights? Just pay your taxes and be quiet. No one in Washington Hears your opinion, they don’t buy it. The whole show is bribes, so If you’re a multi billionaire And pay the right people, Some one in Congress will care. Remember the actual rules, The important thing in politics Is stay in office for life Even if they have to use tricks. Being a statesman today Doesn’t mean a thing any more Because the voters Don’t really care to keep score. They raise lots of handy cash And buy the most successful publicist Then they have the people Crushed in their grubby little fists.
brent-kincaid
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Jan 28, 2017
Jan 28, 2017 at 5:54 PM UTC
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