They Are Like Weeds
How oft confronted by a weed,
our greatest fear, it soon will seed.
And as we seize the hoe or spray,
we know we must proceed with speed.
Like terrorist, a corrupt pol,
has
long forgot his holy vow,
and has, for evil, sold his soul...
and our next vote must oust him now.
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