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Crocodile tears
How could I,
The double-faced
WHO’s current leader,
On par with
A chieftain
Brigade general,
Tightlipped attend
My diabolic
Party’s funeral?
Though for
My criminal
Party’s tragic end,
Bereaved,
I have to sob,
I must labor
To garner
The pity of
The credulous, elites
As well as
The mob
Round the globe.
At the same time
Dollars I have
To underwrite
In a bid remaining
...
Tuesday 16th February 2021 2:13 pm
Doing Bad To Good End
Sometimes you have
To think out of the box,
"Flog the workaholic ox
So that the indolent one
Dragged by the yoke
Willy nilly, together, begins
To work! "
Wednesday 17th January 2018 11:23 am
Do in Rome as Romans do
It should not come as a surprise
Though the right posture
A subordinate doesn't lack
"Do in Rome as Romans do"
With a curved back
s/he has to walk!
It shouldn't come
As a surprise
Watching journalists
Praise that shower
On a tyrant government
In power!
Saturday 13th January 2018 2:00 pm
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