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Pretending while the rest of us are descending Into the legislative hell you love so well. Tough ***** DC City, You get no sympathy from me. Half the country is on drugs, and you’re all smug. **** off clowns, I hope you all go down. Tough ***** DC City, You don’t much impress me. You sold your souls to the big money creeps And soon you won’t be able to sleep. You are finding out the old saying is true; You are judged by the company you keep. And you’re keeping company with half-bright thugs And ugly fat cats with purely evil souls You value wealth more than suffering people. You’re those without compassion on the whole. You think if you lie often enough we’ll believe Sadly that sometimes truns out true. Tough ***** DC City, Your fingers are sticky as glue. The people may burn your mansions down. See if your bribes protect you then. Tough ***** DC City, I hope the good people jail you. I wish I could hold back paying my taxes Just like you rich people manage to do. Tough ***** DC City, I’d laugh as you tumble. When your corrupt regime falls apart You’ll want us to rescue all of  you. Tough ***** DC City, I’ll sit back and watch things crumble.
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Feb 2, 2017
Feb 2, 2017 at 3:05 PM UTC
TOUGH ***** DC CITY
Pretending while the rest of us are descending Into the legislative hell you love so well. Tough ***** DC City, You get no sympathy from me. Half the country is on drugs, and you’re all smug. **** off clowns, I hope you all go down. Tough ***** DC City, You don’t much impress me. You sold your souls to the big money creeps And soon you won’t be able to sleep. You are finding out the old saying is true; You are judged by the company you keep. And you’re keeping company with half-bright thugs And ugly fat cats with purely evil souls You value wealth more than suffering people. You’re those without compassion on the whole. You think if you lie often enough we’ll believe Sadly that sometimes truns out true. Tough ***** DC City, Your fingers are sticky as glue. The people may burn your mansions down. See if your bribes protect you then. Tough ***** DC City, I hope the good people jail you. I wish I could hold back paying my taxes Just like you rich people manage to do. Tough ***** DC City, I’d laugh as you tumble. When your corrupt regime falls apart You’ll want us to rescue all of  you. Tough ***** DC City, I’ll sit back and watch things crumble.
brent-kincaid
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Feb 2, 2017
Feb 2, 2017 at 3:05 PM UTC
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