The Rocket
Still can't find its fuel
Still get grounded
It still can't fly
The chameleon has shown his colors
Now he is on the top chair he can say
He just has to please a few apple polishers
He can fly his jet anywhere he pleases
The Rocket
Still get grounded
The leaders stay mute
Don't they realize it?
The chameleon only promotes himself
The decades in the political wilderness
Finally he to emerge to taste his labors
He has forgotten his time of black eye and in prison
The Rocket
Better find ways to bring him on line
Else it is no shame to break away
Prepare it for GE16
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