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Why are you shouting out loud? Are you saying I am too proud? Do you think I am undeserving? If so, it is completely unnerving That you don’t want me to own What you see as yours alone; A sense of dignity and hope. You must see me as a dope Who can’t see you getting rich. You are one shallow sonofabitch If you think just calling me villain Will somehow make me willing To give up my own free voice So that only you have a choice About how much I will make And which decisions I take About my own home and body. Can you really be that shoddy? Well, yes, I have learned you are. You think you are a superstar And are immune to decency That your star is in ascendency. Well, I really hope that it is not And that your tail gets caught In the door before it slams And we see the last of your scams And your nepotistic buddy deals And get back to what is real And proper for our poor nation Instead of graft and intimidation That makes wealth for a few. Nothing for me, all for you.
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Oct 3, 2015
Oct 3, 2015 at 5:42 PM UTC
MANDAMUS
Why are you shouting out loud? Are you saying I am too proud? Do you think I am undeserving? If so, it is completely unnerving That you don’t want me to own What you see as yours alone; A sense of dignity and hope. You must see me as a dope Who can’t see you getting rich. You are one shallow sonofabitch If you think just calling me villain Will somehow make me willing To give up my own free voice So that only you have a choice About how much I will make And which decisions I take About my own home and body. Can you really be that shoddy? Well, yes, I have learned you are. You think you are a superstar And are immune to decency That your star is in ascendency. Well, I really hope that it is not And that your tail gets caught In the door before it slams And we see the last of your scams And your nepotistic buddy deals And get back to what is real And proper for our poor nation Instead of graft and intimidation That makes wealth for a few. Nothing for me, all for you.
brent-kincaid
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Oct 3, 2015
Oct 3, 2015 at 5:42 PM UTC
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