The
Bee Anne clowns
And
the poodles on hire
They
will say and write
The
many lies to justify
All
they want is money
Pockets
need to fill up everyday
Without
doing the honest work
They
don't have to sweat on it
Look
at the clowns
One
wants to be like Gandhi
Though
he can't measure it up
He
wanted to take a bath
There
is another one
Sealed
up his mouth
He
didn't look good
He
can't say about MO1
And
the poodles in cyber-space
They
will write nonsense
They
don't write the correct thing
They
just polished for the political masters
All
they want is money
They
sold their souls for it
They
don't have to sweat it out
Until
they are in the lake of fire
By
then God will not forgive
Until
they have oiled out all of it
The
many cycles they have to go in
Screaming
all the way
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