The
bad broom sweeps
The
dirt and hairs will get away
Hiding
in its brittles
Hanging
on for corruption
When
a fish head is tainted
The
credibility is questioned
No
matter how it is bundled together
The
bad news will get into the flow
The
bad broom sweeps in circles
Outwardly
the bad will drive away
Leaving
behind the trails of dirt and sand
The
struggling to make a clean sweep
The
talk of promises
It
never comes to light up the night
The
bad crooks still run in darkness
Laughing
at the addicted race
The
bad broom sweeps
Everything
seems to stay
The
dirt and hairs hiding in the brittles
The
addicted people can't see the difference
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