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Words to the Presidential Leech

10/11/2017

 

My life was poised for all of this
And I would not the moment miss— 

Today the presidential leech
Beseeches: Kill freedom of speech.

You whited sepulchre! You moron,
To whom all empathy is foreign,

The heart and soul of humankind
Lies in the choice to speak one’s mind

So I will never still my tongue
Till you repent, or else are hung,

Or, failing that, the victory yours
My words being stifled at the source.

A man is not afraid to die
When he denounces villainy,

And—all the world has understood— 
Your rotten substance was not good.


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