Election

Ye Gods have been too kind, the geezer failed his flock, the people are not blind they recognise a crock. America will flourish without the crooks in charge, give, that they feed and nourish the nation and its sarge. The bums who make their riches by squeezing others hard now littering the ditches and crying out for lard. No nation needs to wonder about philosophy, if in its wild blue yonder the people are not free. What are we, if not felons by taking neighbours' wealth, let them eat watermelons while we subscribe to stealth. America, the giant so sick from head to toe, yet, feebly, still defiant await your fatal blow. You cannot live by killing or taking more and more, a decent man is willing to be ambassador to those who may be ailing and people down on luck, society's smooth sailing does not adore the buck. So, yes we choose the nigger as some of you would say, he'll make us ever bigger encourage us to pray. Let's stop the exploitation the dog-eat-dog disgrace, let us restore this nation back to its rightful place.