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Mountebanks and madmen And marvelous maidens Populate and pollute politics Which joss sticks cannot chase Or alleviate the electorate In its counter clockwise swirl Down its own bathroom drain. Only morals don’t ameliorate It only exacerbates, enervates Rather than eliminates the pain. The pain is felt by franklins, Never the nobles or magnates; They go on and make play dates With other multi-billionaires In debonair pied-a-terre lofts And scoff at the peasantry While exchanging pleasantries Over gold-laced desserts Thinking nobody gets hurt If they pilfer and pillage Far off village and town Tearing down and razing, With life grazing scorched earth. To the rich, nobody has worth; Voices that implore are muted And garbage-chuted in the press. Nothing to confess, the smile; A mile of porcelainized teeth Made more intense by pretense That importance is impotence In the face of extreme wealth When stealth cease efficacy And delicacy isn’t required. The moral judge is fired. A new wife is squired In hopes a son is sired To take over the empire.
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Mar 20, 2016
Mar 20, 2016 at 5:39 AM UTC
MOUNTEBANKS AND MADMEN
Mountebanks and madmen And marvelous maidens Populate and pollute politics Which joss sticks cannot chase Or alleviate the electorate In its counter clockwise swirl Down its own bathroom drain. Only morals don’t ameliorate It only exacerbates, enervates Rather than eliminates the pain. The pain is felt by franklins, Never the nobles or magnates; They go on and make play dates With other multi-billionaires In debonair pied-a-terre lofts And scoff at the peasantry While exchanging pleasantries Over gold-laced desserts Thinking nobody gets hurt If they pilfer and pillage Far off village and town Tearing down and razing, With life grazing scorched earth. To the rich, nobody has worth; Voices that implore are muted And garbage-chuted in the press. Nothing to confess, the smile; A mile of porcelainized teeth Made more intense by pretense That importance is impotence In the face of extreme wealth When stealth cease efficacy And delicacy isn’t required. The moral judge is fired. A new wife is squired In hopes a son is sired To take over the empire.
brent-kincaid
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Mar 20, 2016
Mar 20, 2016 at 5:39 AM UTC
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