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Jan 2022
Cashful rain on the apocalypse,
How can they be so generously obdurate?
Answer them, for they are poor
"Vote me for I gave you your money.
I will protect you only if you make me rich;
Ten for me, five for each.

Still not happy?
Here, buy yourselves shoes
I wanna see you kneel, clap and praise
To this rod I raise,
To this deluge, do converge
Yell and panic, your worth is my business."

Always, it is an open television, always
Fat men in fat suits watching their favorite shows
Meow
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