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Don't let the door hit Where fatigue makes you sit. As people like to say, Don't go away, mad, just go away. These crusty old adages Are better than biblical messages. No meaning suffers loss. Because the point comes across. You hide behind double talk That does not match your walk. So down the road you go. Find some other fools you know. Preach your lies to all of them, Because the point comes across. Most know well who you are And you are no shining star. Steal from taxpayers and **** We’ll gladly play back the tape And show the world that can think Just how badly the G.O.P. stinks. You cheat and lie and brag about it. Frankly we can all do without it. The only supporters below you And the people that don’t know you. Most of your support come from bigotry And some gun nuts in their zealotry Who don’t yet see the picture clearly; You cheat and victimize equally. When the tally is taken at the end You’ll find Republicans have no friends Except those with millions to give. Who care not if the rest of us live.
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Oct 9, 2017
Oct 9, 2017 at 2:09 PM UTC
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Don't let the door hit Where fatigue makes you sit. As people like to say, Don't go away, mad, just go away. These crusty old adages Are better than biblical messages. No meaning suffers loss. Because the point comes across. You hide behind double talk That does not match your walk. So down the road you go. Find some other fools you know. Preach your lies to all of them, Because the point comes across. Most know well who you are And you are no shining star. Steal from taxpayers and **** We’ll gladly play back the tape And show the world that can think Just how badly the G.O.P. stinks. You cheat and lie and brag about it. Frankly we can all do without it. The only supporters below you And the people that don’t know you. Most of your support come from bigotry And some gun nuts in their zealotry Who don’t yet see the picture clearly; You cheat and victimize equally. When the tally is taken at the end You’ll find Republicans have no friends Except those with millions to give. Who care not if the rest of us live.
brent-kincaid
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Oct 9, 2017
Oct 9, 2017 at 2:09 PM UTC
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