Bleeeeuuuccchhh.
Nothing.
****.

The descent's becomin' steeper
Escape is just a farce
I can feel that bad ol' reaper
Bitin' down on my ****.

In my poem,
There's a word that fits just right
with the word politicians.
And that word isn't 'beauticians'
Oh, no,
The word that fits is '*****'.

It's not irrational
But it is international
Whatever the conditions
Everyone hates politicians.

They're watching you
Those *******
They're taking you apart
Bit by bit
Looking into your mind
Examining it
They're collecting data
And they're going to get you
Sooner or later.