There are numerous, wicked men,
who are nothing more than fiends;
And each one of them work,
in a place known as D. C.
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Each morning they will donn,
their expensive, silky suits;
To see just how much damage,
these brood of snakes can do.
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Then off to work they'll go,
with a smirk upon their face;
They call themselves, "Successful,"
I call them a "Disgrace."
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These vile creatures of habit,
will vote on "Do-Nothing Bills;"
That will serve to weaken our Country,
upon that treacherous Hill.
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Then home to their cozy Mansions,
they'll return at the days' end;
Daring to call us their, "Leaders,"
daring to call us their, "Friends."