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We know them best by their first names, Names ingrained on our brains; Mouthed by millions being slain, By the viral ego of the politically inane. Adolph, Idi, Kim and Pol, Francisco, Mao and Nicol. Other names have come and gone, None rise so high, as Despot Don. Tens of thousands die prematurely, The man's bereft of human morality. Preoccupied with re-election, He risks a healthy population: The aged, sick and compromised, Won't cast a vote when they die. The word is out throughout New York: He ain't famly, de foykin joyk.
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Mar 30, 2020
Mar 30, 2020 at 12:20 PM UTC
The Don: Make Him An Offer...
We know them best by their first names, Names ingrained on our brains; Mouthed by millions being slain, By the viral ego of the politically inane. Adolph, Idi, Kim and Pol, Francisco, Mao and Nicol. Other names have come and gone, None rise so high, as Despot Don. Tens of thousands die prematurely, The man's bereft of human morality. Preoccupied with re-election, He risks a healthy population: The aged, sick and compromised, Won't cast a vote when they die. The word is out throughout New York: He ain't famly, de foykin joyk.
Last line, Bronx accent. It sounds so much nicer.
francie-lynch
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Mar 30, 2020
Mar 30, 2020 at 12:20 PM UTC
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