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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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Mar 18, 2016
Mar 18, 2016 at 1:06 AM UTC
Little tin(y) gods
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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Mar 18, 2016
Mar 18, 2016 at 1:06 AM UTC
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