I’m a mess, old and fresh, I’m a me . Not a you
Not a him, not a her, not a they, my very own
Hymn my very own rhyme, my reason, as if I
We, any of us really need one!?! What are we
Supposed to do with a reason, someone will
Turn that around, lie, claim something fake
Call it treason! And yet, we must band, we
Must outsmart those dastardly greed hoarding
Bastards, call them out, ex X depose them as
We X pose them in the light of reason that has
Been so distorted in treason treasonable acts
Some will paint them now as so reasonable!
It was really them, not us, it was him, he did it
What he did was wrong, not what we did, we
Did something honorable, necessary, in our
Own self defense, we are in the right, we will
Say this so many times that we will have many
Of you believing it,nat least long enough to
Vote for us, then we don”t care what you do
As long as you dare not. On front or disturb us
Stop making such a fuss! We both know you
Are so very disposable, a dime a dozen, really
Not even a cent, worthless except to do our will!
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