The "P" Word
They pose and they pander,
for power and prestige.
They practice persuation,
and promice to please.
Such pillars of piousness,
so pathologically proud.
Each a preening panhandler,
each a putz on the prowl.
They prance with their party's,
to their patsy's they preach.
The pure propoganda,
of profit and peace.
We should pollard these pedagogues,
pound them to pulp.
Send them packing to Pakistan,
to preserve their pelts.
These profane prococatuers,
parading as people,
Lets pile them in pits,
and poke out their pupils
jeyler 2006
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