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Life is like a game of chess Your status dictates where you get to go, But when you think yourself a queen, It’s hard to get a no. When you’re in fact a pawn, And get to play as king, You’ll let the power get to your head, And the country you will wring. You hear them groaning, Under your weight, You hear whispers of impeachment, In every state. You’ve cut your voters, Down by half, You yell “we’ll buy Greenland!”, And you’ll hear Denmark laugh. There’s nothing to do You’ve lost them all And it all started when you stood up and yelled “We’ll build a big wall!”
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Aug 22, 2019
Aug 22, 2019 at 6:54 AM UTC
A game
Life is like a game of chess Your status dictates where you get to go, But when you think yourself a queen, It’s hard to get a no. When you’re in fact a pawn, And get to play as king, You’ll let the power get to your head, And the country you will wring. You hear them groaning, Under your weight, You hear whispers of impeachment, In every state. You’ve cut your voters, Down by half, You yell “we’ll buy Greenland!”, And you’ll hear Denmark laugh. There’s nothing to do You’ve lost them all And it all started when you stood up and yelled “We’ll build a big wall!”
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Aug 22, 2019
Aug 22, 2019 at 6:54 AM UTC
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