The
PAC man
Out
of the ring
He
smells of something good
He
doesn't stop to think
It
isn't for the people
It
is only for himself
He
makes himself known
He
rides on it
Now
when power gets to him
He
smells the flavour so he takes it
Forgetting
his duty to the people
He
thinks it is his right to taste
The
PAC man
He
joins into the cloudy pool
The
colour of algae and green water
He
thinks he earns his stripes
The
money trail he investigates
Now
it is in prolonged sleeping
Until
a new team comes into focus
Business
as usual on the plate
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