(a
poem by Mr. Sims)
the
parties are trashed
the
banks are cashed
the
press is smashed
what
comes next?
they're
all self-hexed
and
they're all perplexed
what
went wrong?
we
hit the gong
it's
their swan song
we
don't trust politicians
they're
legislative morticians
criminal
black magicians
the
wake-up call
just
in time for all
now
don't drop the ball
signs
of the times
youtube
defines
it's
war on the mind
we're
the facebook horde
turn
tables on the sword
with
the written word
no
more prison planet
we
decided to can it
freedom's
enflamed and we fan it
get
the big-picture view
we've
been stuck in the stew
of
an evil-witch brew
we're
sick of the lies
the
poisoned skies
the
toxic food dyes
the
voting machines
spitting
out the green
movies
are obscene
military
hi-jinx
contractor
twinks
proven
links
pedos
perched
piety
besmirched
satan's
churched
endless
parrots
chasing
sticked carrots
here
come the ferrets
wikipedia's
tweaked
agenda
is sneaked
here
comes wikileaks
clinton
the rapist
was
once an escapist
now
exposed by tapists
hillary
the shill
we've
had our fill
she's
over the hill
spread
the word
you've
already heard
we're
seen as a herd
we
hate the hegemony
the
political dronery
the
cronies and phonies
The
Bushes of crime
have
stolen our dimes
and
spoiled our times
endless
psychophants
with
superfluous rants
parade
without pants
they
took over the schools
made
us look like fools
took
away our tools
universities
rot
the
professors are bought
it's
all sports jackpot
it's
runaway corporatism
creating
wealth schism
and
statism, statism, statism
the
economics of greed
take
more than you need
watch
the people bleed
pesticide
crimes run amok
your
essence they suck
then
they pass the buck
what
conspiracies do
they're
nothing new
just
now, they're in view
mass
mind control
subliminally
troll
it's
a psycho black hole
and
the misleading clergy
with
their selective liturgy
needs
spiritual surgery
we
don't need the dopes
like
the ignorant pope
destroying
our hope
no
matter where you look
you
will eventually find a crook
you
find them in the good and bad book
to
this tyrade there is no end
we
know it's always been in the wind
from
me, this to you I send
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