How fine a thing to stand a leader of humanity
and claim to profess and defend those values through vanity,
as if Orwellian knights,
do flex their heady words and thoughts from more than heady heights.
and just as they profess as such,
and just as they protest too much,
quickly and quietly enter contact with with the devil,
with conversations that must be guessed at for the resultant change of tone
as if over night some low hanging fruit was groped while someone plucked their bone.
emerging from a sepulture of the morals from which they reveled, looking ever the man disheveled.
Tell me Mr. Paul Ryan, in your time of cutting your countries values and your party to the quick,
who now follows rather than leads with said petulant shtick,
How fared thee on thy knees old boy, as you choked on lies
betwixt sad thighs
and succor’d oompa loompa dick?
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