The bad apples
The bad oranges
The bad lime
It never smells good
Though they will disagree
They will say they come from a different tree
Together they want to make a difference
But the aroma of bad smell they forget to mentioned
They walk around
Telling they have their rights
To plot for their gain
When general election was over
Many a race of wayward fools
They don't see the wrong in hand
They think they have been cheated
Smelling the bad aroma they get addicted
The bad apples
The bad oranges
The bad lime
The law should punish them
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