Hey politician
Can see your crimes
Conman with no stand
A ocean full of lies

Congressman with no direction
Senator from Hell
Trying each day to buy affection
There is nothing you won’t sell

Preying on the masses
Looking for your vote
It’s you who needs glasses
To find your very soul

What comes around goes around
Or so they say
Don’t believe in anything
Lost, can’t see the way

Puppet man of circumstance
Goes where the wind blows
Never making a real stance
Friend to your foe

I like to put you all in a room
And give you a little taste
Spreading nothing but pain and gloom
Your very existence a waste

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