Gather round

Let me tell you a story my friends

The truth

On real

No cap

I'll put it down just like that

Listen up kids

There's this shady place

Where vultures live

They smell blood

And they start to descend

Circling their prey

Noting everything they say

Twisting what is conveyed is the game they play

Trying to sway

And mold opinions like clay

So constituents stray

Shouting it'll be doomsday

Putting on a display

Accusing the others of being a species of Ambystomatidae

To keep them at bay

And avoid dismay

And affiliation decay

They may portray a victim rebel who won't obey

So people can sympathize and feel they relate

They have these powers

That turn sane people into crazy madmen

In these white buildings

Where they roam

Ruling over the land

Issue killings

From the swipe of a pen they hold in their hand

They lie

They cheat

They steal

They swindle

They want you to comply

To compete

To kneel

Personal power to dwindle

Trust and rely

Stay obsolete

Make a deal

Meet in the middle

Rinse and repeat

(Started writing at peak fever the other yesterday ish. It's definitely unfinished. But pleased hold this for me nostr my experimental place of posting)

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