Knock knock. Who's there? Your local politician.
Paid out the frame I've been trained not to listen/
Hope you got a pot to piss in cuz we won't give a damn thang, weekdays I'm bible thumping, weekends hookers coke and champagne/
It's a system that you cantchange, don't hate the player hate the damn game. All this hope and reform is realistically a bandaid/
We now know just how to campaign plus our pocketbooks are bigger. Voters text me on my facespace and they follow me on twitter./
Instead of being bitter we made lemonade from lemons. Took this time to find the open offices to get our friends in/
Finish this four year sentence then it's back to bloody hell.
Perhaps the Mayans were right, the world ends in twenty twelve...
Friday, August 13, 2010
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